I heard the whisper when I was washing the dishes. It was about 10:30 at night or so and I wasn't really paying much attention to the dishes. I was doing a pretty lousy job of scrubbing all the crusty mustard off of the plates because my mind was off wandering around somewhere thinking about something. The soapy water was rising higher in the sink and bubbles were overflowing, dripping down onto my bare feet. At one point I dropped the sponge, and when I bent over to pick it up, I heard a whisper coming from behind the refrigerator:
"Pssssssssssst. Come 'ere, baby."
Or at least I thought I heard a whisper then. Maybe I was just spacing out a little bit too hard, so I decided to resume with the washing of the dishes. After I washed our cereal bowls from the morning, I turned off the water and placed everything in the drying rack. Dishes were done. I took a paper towel and wiped down the counter the best I could. I was on my way out of the kitchen when I heard some rustling coming from behind the refrigerator. I decided to check it out, so I knelt down by the back of the refrigerator. I looked behind the refrigerator to see if anything looked out of place. Nothing was strange. It all looked normal to me. Just to make sure though, I went into the supply closet and grabbed a mouse trap. I spread some peanut butter onto the trap, set it, and slid it behind the fridge. Since we owned cats I thought it was kind of strange that we'd all of a sudden have a mice problem, but after hearing noise the second time, I'm pretty sure something was hiding back there. I turned off the kitchen light and went to see if Amanda was still up.
In the bedroom I noticed that Amanda had fallen asleep. To her side was the women's magazine she was reading and it was open to an article called "How to tell if your man is being faithful". Are you serious, Amanda? I threw the magazine on the floor and turned off the light. I wasn't tired yet, so I decided to go into the living room and watch the evening news. In the middle of some story about a teenager who was arrested after being found with two pounds of marijuana in his high school locker, I heard the refrigerator open and slam shut. After that, I heard what sounded like a jar rolling across the kitchen floor. I jumped to my feet and ran towards the kitchen.
"Pssssssssssst. Come 'ere, baby."
Or at least I thought I heard a whisper then. Maybe I was just spacing out a little bit too hard, so I decided to resume with the washing of the dishes. After I washed our cereal bowls from the morning, I turned off the water and placed everything in the drying rack. Dishes were done. I took a paper towel and wiped down the counter the best I could. I was on my way out of the kitchen when I heard some rustling coming from behind the refrigerator. I decided to check it out, so I knelt down by the back of the refrigerator. I looked behind the refrigerator to see if anything looked out of place. Nothing was strange. It all looked normal to me. Just to make sure though, I went into the supply closet and grabbed a mouse trap. I spread some peanut butter onto the trap, set it, and slid it behind the fridge. Since we owned cats I thought it was kind of strange that we'd all of a sudden have a mice problem, but after hearing noise the second time, I'm pretty sure something was hiding back there. I turned off the kitchen light and went to see if Amanda was still up.
In the bedroom I noticed that Amanda had fallen asleep. To her side was the women's magazine she was reading and it was open to an article called "How to tell if your man is being faithful". Are you serious, Amanda? I threw the magazine on the floor and turned off the light. I wasn't tired yet, so I decided to go into the living room and watch the evening news. In the middle of some story about a teenager who was arrested after being found with two pounds of marijuana in his high school locker, I heard the refrigerator open and slam shut. After that, I heard what sounded like a jar rolling across the kitchen floor. I jumped to my feet and ran towards the kitchen.
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i wonder how long it'll take before you get bored of this.
ooooooh picshures.
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