My sister was at my house the other day to spend some time with me and my family before heading back and starting a new life in the Springs. After a long Friday and Friday night of drinking and whatnots, I headed to bed eagerly wanting to hold the cool, soft pillow waiting on my bed. It was around two in the morning that I begin to hear the house stirring. My sister had gotten up and used the restroom, then went back to bed. My son got up and moved from the lower bunk bed to the top bunk bed. My daughter turned on her light and was quietly calling for the cat. All the commotion of the night almost kept me awake but Mr. Sandman was hard at work and this persistent tugging at my eyelids pulled me back into a deep and restful sleep.
I woke up to the chattering of everyone around the breakfast table. As I walked down the stairs I begin to notice that the chattering was not of ordinary morning talk but instead they were comparing notes. When I asked my sister what they were talking about she said "the walker." I was perplexed. Was this a new movie I had never heard of? Nope it was my friend Mr. Shadow. Except this time he didn't cast a shadow instead he was "heard" walking around from room to room.
Ever body's early morning movements were caused by "the walker". I felt annoyed and a little jealous. Here I was, the only one that didn't get a walking wake up call and I am the one he sought out first. Admittedly, getting the crap scared out of me at two in the morning has never been my idea of fun but everyone was visited and I was not.
My sister recounted her story and said that she woke up from being too warm in the room. She was sleeping with her son and contemplated opening a window but was too tired to even move. Then she heard someone walk inside the room and over to her bed. As she laid there just looking around the dark and empty room she said that she could feel the presence of someone just standing next to her. Since these encounters are not new to my family, my sister chose not to give "the walker" the time of day. She rolled over on her side and tried to get back to sleep. Then she heard tapping on her empty water bottle that was on the floor next to her bed. She turned over to see no one but the tapping still continued. In frustration she rolled back over on her side giving "the walker" her back and put a pillow over her head.
"The walker" then proceeded to my son's room. He told me he thought it was me or my husband walking in his room and waking him up. In his frustration he moved from he bottom to the top of the bunk bed to avoid hearing the rather loud footsteps on the CARPET! How hard do you have to step to sound loud on carpet? Strange. "The walker" then went to my daughter's room. She too had thought it was me or my husband. Instead of being annoyed or frustrated she did get scared and started calling for Senior Fuzzface who was laying lazily on my head. Obviously, he did not answer the call of my poor frightened daughter.
If "the walker" entered my room, neither myself nor my husband heard anything. It could have been that I was completely exhausted from the day, it could have been that "he" tip toed into my room and not stomped his big elephant feet on my carpet but the most likely explanation was that I had long since drifted into Margaritaville with Jimmy Buffet and the cast from Glee.
We have not heard from "the walker" since last week and I am not sure if and when we will again. But I will keep everyone posted on my night nemesis and his unexpected visits.
Until next time...
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