Journal: Entry for ßelals Girl
A childhood terror returns
Author: ßelals Girl Send a noteboard
Posted: 10/11/2010 07:57:35 PM
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So last night I make one last check of the apartment before bed...doors locked, lights off, cats in the living room, cuckoo clock wound, etc. Then shut the bedroom door and and settle down to sleep. I'm only in bed for about ten minutes when I hear a metallic THUNK! sound coming from the closet. The closet doors are metal, and it sounds a bit like someone is pushing on them from the inside. At first I think that maybe something inside the closet fell over, but when I hear it again, I have to put that theory to rest. And I sit there, staring at the closet door, and for a split second I wonder if the Boogieman has somehow pulled himself from the depths of my childhood fears and come for me.
THUNK!
THUNK THUNK!
And the closet door starts to open
KA-THUNK!
And the door slides completely open, revealing pitch blackness beyond.
And I start seriously wondering if I should grab the lamp off my nightstand and hurl it at the murderer who must surely have gotten in my house and hidden himself in my closet until I went to bed, unsuspecting that he was going to pop out and carve me up like a Thanksgiving turkey.
"MEOW!"
Meow?
On goes the light, and there's Jens, sitting on one of the shelves in the closet, blinking in the sudden bright light. Apparently, he had gotten into the closet from the bathroom, where there is a little door in the wall that leads to a shelf in the closet, functioning as a sort of linen closet. This door was shut when I checked, so he must have also shut it behind him somehow. I didn't even know a cat could get this little door open. I suppose that's another room that I'll have to shut them out of when I'm not around.
So I call Jens a few choice names, throw him out ion the hallway, shut the bathroom and closet doors, and go back to bed. It's rather a long time before I'm able to drift off to sleep though
Then, this morning, I find that he has pissed on the rubber mat on the floor out in the kitchen.
Yeah, fuck you too, Jens.
Never a dull moment
P.S.-Jens is my cat, in case you were picturing Jens the German in my closet/peeing in my kitchen. Which would make the story much funnier, I admit. Or creepier. I haven't decided.
THUNK!
THUNK THUNK!
And the closet door starts to open
KA-THUNK!
And the door slides completely open, revealing pitch blackness beyond.
And I start seriously wondering if I should grab the lamp off my nightstand and hurl it at the murderer who must surely have gotten in my house and hidden himself in my closet until I went to bed, unsuspecting that he was going to pop out and carve me up like a Thanksgiving turkey.
"MEOW!"
Meow?
On goes the light, and there's Jens, sitting on one of the shelves in the closet, blinking in the sudden bright light. Apparently, he had gotten into the closet from the bathroom, where there is a little door in the wall that leads to a shelf in the closet, functioning as a sort of linen closet. This door was shut when I checked, so he must have also shut it behind him somehow. I didn't even know a cat could get this little door open. I suppose that's another room that I'll have to shut them out of when I'm not around.
So I call Jens a few choice names, throw him out ion the hallway, shut the bathroom and closet doors, and go back to bed. It's rather a long time before I'm able to drift off to sleep though
Then, this morning, I find that he has pissed on the rubber mat on the floor out in the kitchen.
Yeah, fuck you too, Jens.
Never a dull moment
P.S.-Jens is my cat, in case you were picturing Jens the German in my closet/peeing in my kitchen. Which would make the story much funnier, I admit. Or creepier. I haven't decided.
Re: A childhood terror returns
LOL! That is too funny. Probably not at the time but it's very funny now.
Thanks for the P.S. 
I am too worried what people would think of me
Also: Germans don't really have cuckoo clocks anymore!
Also: Germans don't really have cuckoo clocks anymore!
OMG, they don't??
Next you'll be telling me they don't all wear lederhosen and drink out of ornate beer steins!
I have a cuckoo clock because I like them
I have a cuckoo clock because I like them
I always attribute strange night noises to cats.
It gets really terrifying when I realize that I am at school and do not have a cat. Dun dun DUN. 
Katie...
What are you doing at school at night?
Living there.
I sleep under my desk on a pile of textbooks.
No for reals, I live in a dormitory and there are no cats allowed ... only non-carnivorous fish in tanks of less than 20L.
No for reals, I live in a dormitory and there are no cats allowed ... only non-carnivorous fish in tanks of less than 20L.
Good story, but Jens isn't actually German, remember? *NM*
So last night I make one last check of the apartment before bed...doors locked, lights off, cats in the living room, cuckoo clock wound, etc. Then shut the bedroom door and and settle down to sleep. I'm only in bed for about ten minutes when I hear a metallic THUNK! sound coming from the closet. The closet doors are metal, and it sounds a bit like someone is pushing on them from the inside. At first I think that maybe something inside the closet fell over, but when I hear it again, I have to put that theory to rest. And I sit there, staring at the closet door, and for a split second I wonder if the Boogieman has somehow pulled himself from the depths of my childhood fears and come for me.
THUNK!
THUNK THUNK!
And the closet door starts to open
KA-THUNK!
And the door slides completely open, revealing pitch blackness beyond.
And I start seriously wondering if I should grab the lamp off my nightstand and hurl it at the murderer who must surely have gotten in my house and hidden himself in my closet until I went to bed, unsuspecting that he was going to pop out and carve me up like a Thanksgiving turkey.
"MEOW!"
Meow?
On goes the light, and there's Jens, sitting on one of the shelves in the closet, blinking in the sudden bright light. Apparently, he had gotten into the closet from the bathroom, where there is a little door in the wall that leads to a shelf in the closet, functioning as a sort of linen closet. This door was shut when I checked, so he must have also shut it behind him somehow. I didn't even know a cat could get this little door open. I suppose that's another room that I'll have to shut them out of when I'm not around.
So I call Jens a few choice names, throw him out ion the hallway, shut the bathroom and closet doors, and go back to bed. It's rather a long time before I'm able to drift off to sleep though
Then, this morning, I find that he has pissed on the rubber mat on the floor out in the kitchen.
Yeah, fuck you too, Jens.
Never a dull moment
P.S.-Jens is my cat, in case you were picturing Jens the German in my closet/peeing in my kitchen. Which would make the story much funnier, I admit. Or creepier. I haven't decided.
THUNK!
THUNK THUNK!
And the closet door starts to open
KA-THUNK!
And the door slides completely open, revealing pitch blackness beyond.
And I start seriously wondering if I should grab the lamp off my nightstand and hurl it at the murderer who must surely have gotten in my house and hidden himself in my closet until I went to bed, unsuspecting that he was going to pop out and carve me up like a Thanksgiving turkey.
"MEOW!"
Meow?
On goes the light, and there's Jens, sitting on one of the shelves in the closet, blinking in the sudden bright light. Apparently, he had gotten into the closet from the bathroom, where there is a little door in the wall that leads to a shelf in the closet, functioning as a sort of linen closet. This door was shut when I checked, so he must have also shut it behind him somehow. I didn't even know a cat could get this little door open. I suppose that's another room that I'll have to shut them out of when I'm not around.
So I call Jens a few choice names, throw him out ion the hallway, shut the bathroom and closet doors, and go back to bed. It's rather a long time before I'm able to drift off to sleep though
Then, this morning, I find that he has pissed on the rubber mat on the floor out in the kitchen.
Yeah, fuck you too, Jens.
Never a dull moment
P.S.-Jens is my cat, in case you were picturing Jens the German in my closet/peeing in my kitchen. Which would make the story much funnier, I admit. Or creepier. I haven't decided.
Jens is more German than spike helmets! 
Okay, okay, I lied. Nothing is more german than spike helmets.
But he's still German, dang it!
But he's still German, dang it!
Jens is more German than spike helmets!
Okay, okay, I lied. Nothing is more german than spike helmets.
But he's still German, dang it!
But he's still German, dang it!
Apparently he's so German I had to say it twice *NM*
*NM*
Re: A childhood terror returns
This door was shut when I checked, so he must have also shut it behind him somehow. I didn't even know a cat could get this little door open.
Well, apparently Jens is no ordinary kitty.
So I call Jens a few choice names, throw him out ion the hallway, shut the bathroom and closet doors, and go back to bed....
Then, this morning, I find that he has pissed on the rubber mat on the floor out in the kitchen.
Then, this morning, I find that he has pissed on the rubber mat on the floor out in the kitchen.
I don't blame him for being pissed-off (/pun).
Oh, and apparently there is a party here. Hope I'm not too late
Hell yeah there's a party in here!
I turn 30 in a few days, so this is just the warmup! 
Just kidding. God, I'm so alone
Just kidding. God, I'm so alone