I know I’ve been so good about posting in a timely manner, and yet nothing over the weekend. Let me reassure you, it isn’t me – if you were worried, I’m fine. I have no idea what’s going on with my person though. I’ve never seen her so lazy. She’s either in bed or in the bathroom, all weekend! She never sat in front of the text picture box, so I never had the opportunity to blog. Oh well.
So, something has been happening now and again, on our roof. In the long room with all the doors, there is one spot on the ceiling that is different than the rest of the ceiling. I’m not sure how to describe it, it looks around 4’ x 3’, it bows outward, it’s a hard plastic and although I feel as if I should be able to look through it I can’t – anyway, that’s not the issue, it’s what happens on top of it, that is.
The last time the weather was beginning to get hot again, a monster would… for lack of a better word, come and visit. It would come and stomp on the plastic ceiling and cry out. I’ve heard the cry before, it’s like some kind of a gravely bark. It’s claws scrape on the plastic ceiling and occasionally I can just make out cape-type arms. Like I said, it’s a monster. From that first visit, it has come back, not regularly but occasionally.
What’s odd though, in all my days of being a ‘scaredy cat’ (according to my person), even when I was very scared I was more curious. I wanted to run away but I couldn’t, I had to find out what this monster was, why it was there and what he wanted from me. I never did find out, maybe if it comes back, I will. One thing I did find out about myself, I guess I’m braver then I thought.
