So I spent last night in my sister's mansion, in which she has offered me a suite of rooms for the next month or so. It's not bad, a tad cold cause I'm on the third floor (servants' quarters, you know), and I don't know where this mysterious door next to my bed leads to (probably a room full of heads in boxes or something AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH), but hey, it's a mansion, not gonna complain much more. Hehe. Plus the kitchen floor is cool, tile so it's cold but then when I said that this morning she said, well, turn on the floor heater! Haha, they've got this thing under the tiles that heats up the floor! So you can walk around in your socks and not be cold!!!! Awesome. And a workout room in the basement.

But anyways. I couldn't sleep last night. Not a wink. Well, I did for a couple hours when I first went to bed cause I finally got to take the nice hot luxurious bath I had been wanting to take for EVVVVVVVER (I have not taken a bath in years I think, but here I had bath salts and hot water and candles and evverything right there. And then when I got out I broke the towel rack right off the wall. Haha!!)

So I was nice and cozily warm and got in bed with all my quilts and pillows and was sleepy and went to sleep. Then I woke up. And was 100% absolutely wide awake. Now if I had been living there longer, perhaps I would have gotten up and say, watched TV. Or done my running in the basement (which is mostly finished, so it's not really a basement)....but I lay in bed for an hour or two in the pitch black, just lying there wishing I would fall asleep. Finally I decided that was doing no good and I got up and turned on the light and decided to read some book, which I did, and it was good, and I finished it. And wrote an entire essay for a fellowship application due tomorrow, which was also good. And I was also still wide awake. So I started reading another book, and got quite a ways into it. Man that was no fun. I mean the awake part, not the weirdly-productive part.

But at about 5:30 (I had had the light on for 1/2 hour at this point, been awake for 2-3 hours), I hear my sister walking through my hallway. I'm not really sure what she's doing, cause she has the suite of rooms on the other half of the third (fourth? I don't remember) floor. But she goes back and forth a couple times, and goes in my bathroom, and I figure she is just retrieving stuff cause she's got a shitload of stuff in there that of course I used. ("Mary! You left my lotion out and the label was NOT facing forwards!!") I don't know why she's up so early cause I know she doesn't have class til the evening, but she went to bed around 10:30 so whatever, maybe she's going to work out or something. After she walks around a bit I find it kinda funny that as I have my light on she doesn't come say hi to me. I think of calling out to her but then I think, ohmygod, what if it's NOT her??? What if it's a scary murderer come to murder me and they never would have found me in the far reaches of the mansion except for the fact that I couldn't sleep and I have the light on?? So I become verrrrrrry quiet and don't want to breathe anymore, (while formulating a plan of how to attack with my pen if they decide to open the door) and eventually the murderer (or Sheila) walks off to another part of the house. This was while I was writing my essay, so then I read my book for a bit to get my mind off of it, then quietly get up and turn off the light to get some more sleep.

11 am, someone pounds on the door. This time it IS Sheila, wondering why the hell I am sleeping so late, and she has just gotten done working out. I explain that I was up half the night, then I say, "Why were you up so early, wandering around?" She says, "what do you mean? I got up around 9 or 9:30." I tell her about what happened, and she shrugs and says, "oh yeah, those are just our ghosts. Didn't I tell you? They used to set off the alarms all the time until we got a new alarm system. It used to freak me out when I was here alone overnight."

Ummmm so yeah. I now am staying in a haunted mansion. Maybe you are all laughing at me (except for Bridget cause I know you will be my staunch ally in this) but uhhh that kinda is not so cool with me. Don't know if I feel comfortable going home alone to that (which if I move in for the month I will be doing a lot of). Especially when I don't know who these ghosts are or what kind of heads in boxes are behind the door in my room.