Three a.m: “Chirp. Chirp.”
Uh oh. The window’s open. The screen must be broken. There’s a bird in the house.
Ridiculous. Go back to your dream.
I think it’s flying around the living room.
What if it’s not a bird? What if it’s a bat?
If it’s a bat, then we’ll have to go for rabies shots.
No, get a hold of yourself. Bats don’t make sounds. They use that echolocation stuff. It’s one of our phones.
We just charged our cell phones. It must be the smoke detector.
“Wake up, Jerome.” He snores.
Oh my God! What if it’s the carbon monoxide detector? Do we even have a carbon monoxide detector? Is it that red and white thing that’s been hanging in the basement for twenty years? There must be a gas leak. I must be delirious, probably dying from the poison gas.
“Jerry, wake up. We gotta get out of here. I think we are unconscious. We’re dying.”
She tiptoes out of the bedroom to investigate.
The noise is definitely coming from behind her, in their bedroom.
She whirls and steps back. “Oh my God, Jerry! It’s in this room. I think someone has been recording us.”
“Boring movie,” he speaks for the first time. He turns over.
Who had done recent work in their house? Cable guy? Electrician? Which one of them installed the camera? She looks up at the ceiling fan. Was that little button there last week?
She looks down at her bleach stained green tee shirt and ratty sweats, and then at her snoring husband.
“You’re right,” she says as she gets back into bed, “pretty boring.” She gives a quick wave to the ceiling fan, pulls the covers to her neck, and goes back to sleep.
2 thoughts on “Night Terrors in the Bedroom”
Loved it,actually had bats in a house I used to rent, they squeak,,awful
Me too, three times. I ran to my neighbor’s house…in my bare feet in the rain.