The title might sound a little riske, but it is purely innocent...well, mostly. It all started when we lived in Provo. Ryan and I were asleep one night, as usual, until I slowly woke up to a "clink" sound. I rolled over towards the center of the bed and felt around; what I found was the shell filled glass vase from Ryan's nightstand. The flowers that were usually in the vase were placed seemingly carefully on the bench at the foot of the bed. I was too tired to deal with it then, so I moved the vase to the floor and went back to sleep. The next day I told Ryan all about it, all about him putting the vase in the middle of the bed and the flower on the bench. He claims that I did it however; that I either reached across him in the middle of the night or walked around to the other side of the bed. Both are ridiculous. We have argued about it ever since.
The next time something weird happened was here in Mesa. We have a collage of decorative metal pieces over our bed that make up a kind of faux headboard. One of the pieces is a picture frame that hangs right over Ryan's side of the bed. I couldn't sleep one night so I went into the living room to watch TV. When I came back into the bedroom, the frame was placed on my pillow. You might think that Ryan bumped it and then sleepily put in on my pillow, but it was just too perfect. Once again, he tries to blame it on me, but I wasn't even in the room.
The third "bump in the night" does involve me, and only me. I put on my pajamas and went to bed. Fine. When I woke up in the morning, I had an itch on my leg, so I scratched it. It felt funny and then I looked down under the sheets. I wasn't wearing my shorts! I tried to remember if I woke up during the night and took them off...but no. I didn't do anything, except for take off my shorts and I don't know why. I found them laying next to the bed in front of my nightstand. I don't know.
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okay...that's a little freaky!! You could write a scary movie about all of your experiences...you can call it "Katerines Room". Sounds scary huh?
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