Carne Seca
Well-Known Member
We aren't even through with January yet and I've already had the living shit scared out of me.
Last night I went to bed around 1 a.m. and played around on the internet for a while before I went to sleep. I got caught up in a paranormal forum and the ongoing ghost discussions. I read and responded and ended up giving myself the willies. You know the feeling. You decide to watch or read a scary story by yourself and after a while it gets to you. Like you're being watched or someone is in the room with you. I figured enough was enough and turned out the lamp. It took me a little time to finally sleep because I kept envisioning monsters reaching through the window to eat my bony ass.
About an hour later I woke up to a noise. It was just on the edge of my consciousness and I wasn't really sure I actually heard it. It was a moan. A long drawn out horrible moan. For some reason I thought pretending to be asleep was a wise decision. I had some quirky notion that as long as I was asleep i was protected. I heard it again. This time it was louder. And AGAIN! I was starting to freak out. It was right outside my window that my bed sits under. It sounded like several voices moaning at the same time. My first thought was La Llorona. My second thought was, "damn, I really need to pee!" I didn't know what to do. I was petrified. I hid under the blankets for about thirty minutes bargaining with God and planning my will (written in blood after I slit my wrists to escape the horror that was about to eat me).
Finally the pain from my bladder was too great to put off any longer. I jumped out of bed and ran down the hall to the bathroom (No I wasn't wearing my sponge-bob square-pants boxer briefs) on my tippy toes. It seemed the prudent thing to do. I sat in the bathroom for what seemed like hours shivering and plotting my next move. It was 0 degrees outside and I wanted my bed, damn it. I finally gathered up my courage through shaming and self ridicule. I marched into my bedroom, flipped on the light and... the moan.... froze. I froze in place. I couldn't move. I saw something waving in the window. Like a sheet. I knew it was her. La Llorona. She was coming for me. I noticed the temperature in the room had dropped. REALLY dropped. Ice cold. She was making her move. I was about to die. The curtains were moving. I slowly backed away and headed towards the door. Maybe I can make it before she grabs me and carries me down to the river. Then the curtain blew up and away from the sill to expose.....
An open window.
Me and my nephews put up plastic around the windows to help keep out the coming cold snap yesterday. We're supposed to get down to -10 tonight. Well, I had the window open while we worked on getting the plastic in place. I worked the east side of the house and the nephews worked the west side. My window faces west and I get a lot of wind from that direction. I told them to be sure and do a good job on that window. I was paying the little bastards after all. During the night the wind started up and blew part of the plastic from my window. The window was open just enough to let the wind in (explanation for the dropping temperature) AND create the moaning sound that scared the liver out of me. My dumb ass nephews decided to use duct tape for my windows "as an experiment". They wanted to see how long it would last. I have an answer for them. An answer full of expletives and colorful metaphors. I may interject some personal insults. Depends on the flow of the conversation. I've already told them that we needed to have a talk. A loooong talk. Little fuckers.
Last night I went to bed around 1 a.m. and played around on the internet for a while before I went to sleep. I got caught up in a paranormal forum and the ongoing ghost discussions. I read and responded and ended up giving myself the willies. You know the feeling. You decide to watch or read a scary story by yourself and after a while it gets to you. Like you're being watched or someone is in the room with you. I figured enough was enough and turned out the lamp. It took me a little time to finally sleep because I kept envisioning monsters reaching through the window to eat my bony ass.
About an hour later I woke up to a noise. It was just on the edge of my consciousness and I wasn't really sure I actually heard it. It was a moan. A long drawn out horrible moan. For some reason I thought pretending to be asleep was a wise decision. I had some quirky notion that as long as I was asleep i was protected. I heard it again. This time it was louder. And AGAIN! I was starting to freak out. It was right outside my window that my bed sits under. It sounded like several voices moaning at the same time. My first thought was La Llorona. My second thought was, "damn, I really need to pee!" I didn't know what to do. I was petrified. I hid under the blankets for about thirty minutes bargaining with God and planning my will (written in blood after I slit my wrists to escape the horror that was about to eat me).
Finally the pain from my bladder was too great to put off any longer. I jumped out of bed and ran down the hall to the bathroom (No I wasn't wearing my sponge-bob square-pants boxer briefs) on my tippy toes. It seemed the prudent thing to do. I sat in the bathroom for what seemed like hours shivering and plotting my next move. It was 0 degrees outside and I wanted my bed, damn it. I finally gathered up my courage through shaming and self ridicule. I marched into my bedroom, flipped on the light and... the moan.... froze. I froze in place. I couldn't move. I saw something waving in the window. Like a sheet. I knew it was her. La Llorona. She was coming for me. I noticed the temperature in the room had dropped. REALLY dropped. Ice cold. She was making her move. I was about to die. The curtains were moving. I slowly backed away and headed towards the door. Maybe I can make it before she grabs me and carries me down to the river. Then the curtain blew up and away from the sill to expose.....
An open window.
Me and my nephews put up plastic around the windows to help keep out the coming cold snap yesterday. We're supposed to get down to -10 tonight. Well, I had the window open while we worked on getting the plastic in place. I worked the east side of the house and the nephews worked the west side. My window faces west and I get a lot of wind from that direction. I told them to be sure and do a good job on that window. I was paying the little bastards after all. During the night the wind started up and blew part of the plastic from my window. The window was open just enough to let the wind in (explanation for the dropping temperature) AND create the moaning sound that scared the liver out of me. My dumb ass nephews decided to use duct tape for my windows "as an experiment". They wanted to see how long it would last. I have an answer for them. An answer full of expletives and colorful metaphors. I may interject some personal insults. Depends on the flow of the conversation. I've already told them that we needed to have a talk. A loooong talk. Little fuckers.
