We've all done it I suppose and last night was my turn, fast a sleep when I'm awoken to an eerie echoey howling sort of sound accompanied not so much by a rattling of chains but more a clunk as something attempted to make it's way up the stairs.
Now I don't believe in ghosts but last night I thought I was about to be attacked by a Banshee, the pathetic wailing was absolutely blood curdling I almost buried myself under the Duvet, instead I steeled myself as a Rapping and a strange sort of metallic tapping came from my bedroom door.
I fumbled for the light switch hoping that whatever it was would be frightened off if it saw the glow from under my door, but the thing had heard me instead of going away it's efforts appeared if anything even more frantic.
Now it just so happens that yesterday I hadn't bothered going out so had consumed no alcohol so my second conclusion was, "So this is what the D.T.'s are like!", I can tell you if it's anything like the terror that seemed to be coming my way I certainly don't want to go through such 'cold Turkey' again, (roll on opening time that will calm my fluttering heart,
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It was no good I could no longer lie there in a cold sweat allowing my imagination to run riot I would have to get up and face my ultimate fear.
Shaking and with sweaty palms I reached for the door handle and slowly opened the door, now the fact that the door opened inwards had me thinking that whatever this monster was as soon as I started to open the door it would put it's extreme weight against the panels and no doubt force it's way in.
I peered through the ever widening gap first 3" then 6" then gathering together the last of my fading courage I threw open the door to discover........
My Kitten with it's head stuck in an empty tin of cat food!
It had raided the re-cycle sack during the night and got it jammed right up to it's neck, the panic in it's pathetic howls being amplified by the can and it must have given itself a headache crashing into every piece of wood on the way upstairs.
I am happy to say that the container wasn't wedged too hard on the poor animal and after calming it down I took it downstairs for a midnight snack which showed that she had recovered from her ordeal,
that, is more than I can say for me.