The Haunting on Park Avenue

I slept with pillows over my head last night…. again.  I’m pretty certain there’s a little man with a hammer that crawls through my walls at night and bangs on the pipes. I’m not sure why this freaks me out, but it does.

 I’ll admit I’m a bit of a wimp when it comes to certain things;  “certain things”= terrorist attacks.  For instance, I’m convinced that  fireworks that go off on any day other than the Fourth of July are bombs, and sometimes get up and look out the window just to make sure the late night garbage trucks aren’t army tankers preparing to defend us against the attackers.

I understand that sometimes old houses make creeks and noises, and that heat in the pipes make strange sounds in the winter.  But THESE noises are SO loud they wake me up in the middle of the night and prevent me from going back to sleep.  Last time it happened I was home alone. I called Tyler scared, trying to explain the sounds:  Loud, inconsistent banging, sounding like metal on metal, followed by dripping.  His advice was to put the TV on low and to not think about it!  So I did just that… turned on the TV, popped two Benedryl and woke up alive.  Last night my roommate and her boyfriend were here in her room, so I felt a little safer.  I felt like if it WERE in fact a murderer crawling through the dry wall to come out my closet door, I could scream and Stu would run out with a bat or a snowboard or something and help me fight him off.

I kept reminding myself it was just the heat, or just the old building crackling, but that wasn’t enough.  I was scared.  I wanted to go downstairs and knock on the 2nd floor guy’s door and ask him what the noises were, since he has lived here for 5 years.  Problem was it was 2:17am.  I didn’t want to wake him with a text…. but figured my life was important enough, so yes…. I emailed him.  At 2:17am on a Tuesday night.  I asked him if I was crazy or if there were little men crawling through the wall, and what all the scary noises were.  I figured if he was sleeping, and not alarmed by these sounds, he would get the email first thing in the morning and respond to put me at ease for tomorrow night.  I somehow finally got to sleep, having nightmares that the guy downstairs told me I might be crazy.  Or that he might have turned his hot water heater handle too tight which would make those sounds, so that he would go and check it to make sure (whatever that means!). When I woke up this morning, high hopes I would have a real email explanation waiting in my inbox, assuring me the house was not haunted and there aren’t murderers lurking in our walls, I was disappointed.  No response.  Noon…. still no response. 

Not only am I completely convincing myself someone or something is going to bust through my walls and kill me in my sleep, but now my neighbors think I’m completely insane.  Great.  I think I’d feel safer with a cat.  Or maybe a therapist.

My Milos...On vacation at his Grandparents' house


4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. christinecaltabiano
    Feb 08, 2012 @ 12:33:01

    When Frank is traveling for business, I “sleep” on the couch downstairs with a 5-inch kitchen knife by my side.

    PS- I have an alarm system. Clearly I don’t trust it.


  2. christinecaltabiano
    Feb 08, 2012 @ 15:09:28



  3. Integer
    Feb 09, 2012 @ 07:39:55

    I grew up in the Vietnam / Hitchcock’s Psycho era. Back then airplanes were loud and I lived in the flight pattern for Kenedy Airport. Every plane that flew over my house was surely the one carrying the bomb to end all bombs. And forget about imaginary noises. I can hear anything and everything, reasonable and unreasonable, whenever I showered with no one else home in the house. I do believe in tiny little men that live in the walls with tiny little hammers.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: