It's 8:30 at night, kids are in bed and hubby is out of the house for the night. Complete peace and quiet except the tapping sound of my keyboard. I'm paying bills, concentrating, trying not to make a mistake with my hard earned money.
Then I hear something... I stopped typing. This time, I listened more closely, maximizing my hearing volume. It seems like someone's whispering in an eery kind of way. The sound reminded me of something scary that you'd hear from a horror film. I tried to let the adult part of my mind tower over the scared little child me. I have never liked horror films and vowed never to watch them again after I saw "What Lies Beneath". I listen one more time hoping I was just hearing things. I tried to convince myself it was only the humming of the computer.
I still hear it and this time, it's clear that the child in me is right-- it is someone whispering but who? I turn around to look for that sound and standing behind the ajar door is none other than my 22 months old boy. He was whispering because he knows he's supposed to be in bed and he's not. What a brat! Scared the holy crap out of me.
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