The ghetto bird was either out for a long time last night or out multiple times last night. In addition to that I heard a siren start up nearby at least 3 times. Then there's me home alone at midnight and not quite accustomed to all the creaks and groans of the new place yet. Imagination running wild.

Bastard imagination! I'd really prefer that it save all the REALLY impressive stuff for times when it would provide entertainment or enlightenment. But no, it prefers scaring me shitless instead. Christ. I mean, we're all in the same body here! You'd think we'd have some sort of harmony, especially in regards to the well-being of the host!