For the second time tonight, my dad came upstairs and was like, "I heard a weird noise. What's going on? Are you okay?"
The thing is, each time, I had been deadly silent before he came up, and there's nobody else here. I never heard a single thing.
Now I'm weighing two possible options. One, that my dad is paranoid and is losing his mind. Or two, that I am being haunted by a dead spider monkey that I cannot sense, and at any given point it will go to feast on my soul, figure out I don't have one, and murder all my family and friends as punishment for denying it its meal.
Of course, my mind is as gone as my soul, so I cannot stop thinking about option two . . .
Welp, time for another sleepless night of watching DEH and BMC Crack Vids.