Sometimes I forget where I am.

I hear noises above me and I assume that it’s the people living in the flat on the third floor walking around or scooting chairs out from the table. Then I remember that I live in a house where no one lives upstairs, and the noises are just the trees or the cats outside.

But sometimes at night, the scraping of the trees on the siding or the scratching at the door of the cats sounds really damn creepy and I remember that I don’t like being alone in the woods in the dark.

In other woods related news, we explored the grounds yesterday. Pretty fecking cool, if you ask me… and you did… I heard you. I have no idea how far back they go, but we walked far enough that the house was out of sight. It’s amazing how isolated it feels in the woods — it’s really wonderful that even just a small patch of trees can sheild one from the smells and nastiness of living next to a car dealership and gas station.

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I’m having a similar issue with creaking at my house! Those french doors in my room do not close very tightly, and with all of the strong winds and storms we’ve had, I’ll hear the door creaking and moving behind me.

But since I have a cat, I usually ignore it thinking its Chai. Its not until I realize that she’s somewhere else that it creeps me out. It sounds as if someone’s coming in the door or something, and you know my imagination!!

Posted by Kristen @ 10/27/2003 12:22 PM EST

hmmmm, I’m going to the Edward Gorey Museum on Saturday (not sure what time, though) and I have plans for all day on Sunday already…..

hmmmmmm. email me, and we’ll work something out.

Posted by sparkle j @ 10/21/2003 10:23 PM EST

Speaking of woods, you wanna hit the Chasm this weekend? It is supposed to be a really nice weekend, Sunday being the better of the two days. Doesn’t matter which day to me though, yer call.

Perhaps we can also trek to Mt Wachusett, pretty nice this time of year.

Posted by EvillMonkey @ 10/21/2003 04:37 PM EST