Last night, as I was drifting off to sleep, I heard a soft noise coming from across the room. I blearily opened my eyes and scanned the bedroom. It seemed to be empty, so I nestled back into my pillow to go back to sleep. Until I heard the sound again, and then saw the closet door sliding open, very slowly. Naturally, in my dazed state, this was my first thought:
I laid there, still half asleep, gibbering in fear (hey, you all know my feelings about closets in darkened rooms) and trying to figure out what I could use as a weapon. My pillow? The glass of water, ala Signs? The most boring book in the universe? (One reviewer called it "profound" but I think the word they were looking for was "pretentious".)
The door continued sliding slowly, inexorably open. I had just about reached the point where I was either going to wet the bed or pass out from terror when I heard a cheerful, "Rrr...Raouw?"
Jake. It was Jake. The kitty who is incapable of meowing without it sounding like he's asking a question. He likes to slip inside the closet and make a little nest of the clothes on the bottom shelf to sleep in, and had obviously figured out how to open the door himself after being accidentally closed in.
So I guess the closet is still free of axe wielding maniacs or monsters. For now.
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