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At one point in everyone's life, we experience that one terrifying moment when we hear something go bump in the night. Most of the time these things turn out to be nothing but our imagination, however; there is always those few times when it turns out those bumps in the night are real, this is the story of one of those.

It was in the summer, a real scorcher, and both of my parents had gone up to their friend's cottage for a week. My brother and I had stayed home to work. I had just finished bicycling home from the restaurant, after a particularly busy night, and it was about one o'clock in the morning. I was dead tired so I unlocked the front door and went in. All the lights in the house were ff, and I decided to go straight to bed. I stomped up the stairs, my legs too heavy to put down gently, my head to heavy to keep up. Despite the lateness of the hour and my overwhelming tiredness, I never went to bed without reading a bit. Tonight it was an anthology of the works of Edger Allen Poe. I was so tired I only got through one of his poems, "The Raven". After I finished the poem, I promptly passed out like a schoolgirl first encounter with a bottle of tequila.

A few hours later I was jolted awake by a slow methodic, "Thump, Thump, Thump". I didn't think to much of it until I heard a faint voice say what sounded like "nevermore". At this point, I was severely freaked out. But having gone to bed on a full stomach of Lazy Cat Chips and Kahuna Punch Slushy, I figured it was just my stomach and brain teaming up to get revenge on me. So I settled down again and I wasn't asleep 5 minutes- or possibly an hour, its hard to tell when your asleep, but I suspect the first- when I was awakened again this time the thumping more vicious then before and I clearly heard "nevermore" in a shrill voice.
Allow me to take this opportunity to tell you all that I am a GIGANTIC wimp. Luckily for me I hadn't murdered anyone lately or ever for that matter- but I still felt it the better case to wake up my brother and get him to check out the situation. I burst out of my bedroom in what must have been a good imitation of Kramer, coming into Jerry's apartment. Anyways, eventually I make it to my brother's room and burst right in to warn him of the imminent danger of the ravens. I IMMEDIATELY regretted not knocking. There on my brother's bed was his girlfriend. Well I suppose its self explanatory what the thumping was that I heard in the next room over. As for "nevermore", it turns out that she was actually saying "NEVER! MORE!"! My brother was just too good for his own good, and mine as well. Now when I hear things go jump in the night I open my bedroom door and hope for the best.

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