"Wake up!"
"Wha'?"
"The alarm's going off again!"
Sodding hell. That was the second time in as many hours. My other half dutifully went to check if there were any actual burglars, while I phoned the alarm receiving centre to let them know it had happened again.
It's the same room every time. When checked, nothing is there at all. No intruders, no bats, nothing. The doors and windows are securely closed. I think the problem lies within the detector unit itself. It has become self aware and is attempting to communicate with me via the medium of sleep deprivation.
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.or maybe it's the Amityville factor? Bwa ha, ha, ha, haaaaa!
Yeah maybe you have ghosts. Maybe the servants from 1947 are back back BACK. It's just like The Others. Which makes you Nicole Kidman, Doris. Do you have children who require factor 450 sun cream?
Can't you cover up the detector, like a budgie cage, to encourage it to sleep?
Oh - that would defeat the object of the exercise.....
It's either the risen ghosts of all that roadkill, or those bloody snails have escaped from the postbox again...
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