Spooky

Last night when Tony and I went to bed, we heard strange noises in the hallway. The house we are living in has hardwood floors and so they creak a lot in the hallway. We've always joked that it's too bad the kids are teenagers while in this house... there's no way they would sneak out. So after hearing the creak sound both of us freeze in bed to listen closer. We hear it again. Tony tells me I can go look and see what it is. I'm like -- no way. I'm scared -- you go see. So being the brave man of the house he goes out to investigate, while I lay frozen in bed wondering if our house is possessed. I hear him check both kids rooms and then wander back into our bedroom. Nothing, he says. Not that I wanted it to be "something" -- it just would have been nice to know what it was. He gets back in bed and 5 seconds later we hear it again. You can picture us... I'm barely breathing so that I can fully hear everything around me. Laying as still as possible. I think Tony might be starting to freak out at this point... though that was never admitted. The manly thing he says instead is, "That's driving me crazy." Riiiii-iight. I'm thankful that he's determined to figure it out though. So he goes back into the hallway and then down the stairs and I hear him flipping the lights on. Meanwhile I'm still hearing the noise and I'm wondering if he can tell where it is coming from. He comes back in the room and tells me that he couldn't find anything and that he couldn't even hear it. I told him that it was for sure doing it. He went back into the hallway to listen and then came back in again saying he couldn't hear anything. I told him I could -- he listens from our room again and then says... Agh! It's the stupid shower.

Sure enough... he had just taken a shower and it was dripping. Why it sounded like a creak on the stairs to us, I have no idea... We laughed and then grumbled that we lost 20 minutes of sleep trying to figure it out.