Monkey Baby

I was over at Misty's mom's house, to see Mary's new baby... apparently I was spending the night there, along with my cousin. I woke up in the middle of the night and went out to check on the baby, who was sleeping in a chair in their living room - and I discovered that the baby was actually a monkey! Not only was it a monkey, but it had long black curly hair. The odd thing was, nobody seemed to be concerned about this.

I picked him up and held him, and even though he's only a couple weeks old, he started standing up, doing tricks, jumping around, etc. I seemed to be the only one that was surprised that her baby was actually a monkey, so I didn't say anything to any of them. The monkey baby then jumped down out of my hands and stood up, combed its hair, then was picked up by one of the others. That person said "watch what he can do!" and then let the monkey baby hang upside-down from her arm, by his feet. I was worried that it was gonna fall and get hurt, but I guess since it was a monkey and not a baby, it was used to doing that sort of thing.

Rotten Neighbor Kids

It was the middle of the day, and I was working in the computer room. As I was sitting at my desk, I heard some strange tapping outside one of the windows. Through the blinds I could see some kids were messing around with the window, like they were trying to get in. I didn't let them know that I was in there, and could see what they were doing, and shortly after that they went around to the window that was in the back of the house.

As they were opening the window to try and come in, I quickly opened the blinds and made "oogah boogah" noises - scaring them all away. They made it to the end of the yard, where the smaller ones tripped and fell as they tried to jump over the chain link fence. Seeing them fall, I decided to jump out of the window and chase them down. Before they could get up and across the fence, I grabbed one of them by his hair and kept him from getting away. The other kids, who were apparently his brothers, stopped and gave up - since I already caught their slowers, stupid little brother - they knew they'd be in trouble as well anyway.

I made the kids tell me where they lived, and it was only a block or so away from my house. So, I dragged this kid back to his house by his hair, and met his mom and dad on their front porch. I tried to explain what happened, but the mom didn't seem to care - and the dad was some big redneck guy who was more concerned with the remodeling that was going on to the outside of his house, rather than what his rotten kids were up to. I threw the kid down on the porch and headed back home.

Another Haunted House

I had been reading about this great haunted house on the internet. People wrote about how you couldn't even make it to the third floor of this big abandoned building, because if you tried - whatever ghosts and demons that were in the house would attack you and throw you back down to the bottom levels. Apparently my girlfriend and I decided that we weren't afraid, and that we wanted to spend the night in this house. We went in the evening, packing only a sleeping bag, nightlight, and small radio.

We went in the house and made it up to the second floor. We plugged in our radio, put down the sleeping bag and tried to lay there and go to sleep. The building was completely dark except for the nightlight that we plugged in at the end of our extension cord, and it was very cold. Within a few minutes, the radio suddenly stopped working - leaving the house silent, other than the gusty wind noises from outside and the creaks and rattles from upstairs on the third floor. My girlfriend started getting scared, so I grabbed extension cord and pulled the nightlight closer to us. The glow only allowed us to see about three or four feet around us, leaving the rest of the house in darkness.

We decided to get up and investigate the third floor, to figure out why the lights wouldn't come on and why our radio wouldn't work anymore. By now it was very late in the night, and as we came to the giant staircase that led to the third floor, we saw my dad coming down them. His eyes were open big, stuck in this creepy stair - as if he'd seen a ghost. (duh) We were getting ready to take a few steps up the stairs when he warned us that we shouldn't even be in the house, let alone trying to visit the third floor. We took a few steps up onto the stairs anyway, and the boards creeked and almost fell through - since they were rotton from exposure to the wind and rain through holes in the roof and the broken windows nearby. Before we could even make it half-way up the stairs, a wind came bursting out of the door at the top - knocking us on our backs at the bottom of the staircase. We immediately left the haunted house then... but even after we left, we felt like something had followed us... like the ghosts hadn't stayed in the house.