Have you ever seen that movie, The Entity? That is one scary movie right there, one that I should never, ever have watched years ago. Having a vivid imagination and being one who might occasionally overreact, I was certain that the rumbling I felt in my bed at 5:40 AM last Friday was definitely an evil ghost who’d come to get me.
Luckily for me it was JUST an earthquake.
First I heard a very odd noise coming from the baby monitor, a noise that certainly wasn’t my children, but an eerie low frequency NON-HUMAN sounding something. Obviously when I put all the facts together moments after the rumbling that fully awakened me, I positively KNEW that I was living with a ghost (or ghosts plural.)
I immediately turned on every light, running frantically away from my bedroom and the ghost or ghosts plural. Finding my cell phone, I fumbled to find Tate’s number and call him. He’s a man! He could help beat the ghosts! Or something.
When I finally got ahold of Tate seconds later, I explained the situation and my fear of our unwelcome
“There was this rumbling that started at the bottom of the bed! And! I could hear it over the baby monitor! And!!! I could feel an energy in the room. We have an infestation of ghosts! I know we do, I just know it. I’m not crazy, Tate.”
After repeating the above sentences about ten times to REALLY! GET! MY! POINT! ACROSS!, Tate asked if I had considered that it might be an earthquake.
I, obviously, thought that the possibility of an earthquake was downright WACKO. A ghost or ghosts plural was a much more viable possibility.
But apparently, as it turns out, it was indeed an earthquake–an earthquake I BARELY survived.
I also narrowly escaped death once before when I was woken up by an earthquake in Knoxville. Now I can say I’ve survived TWO earthquakes and that makes me, like, really cool.