It's 4 AM here, and I'm up all alone trying to get the basement ready for the plumbing guys to come and replace my stack, which is cracked all the way from the basement to the second floor. All of a sudden, I hear a noise. I look around and see that the door to the infamous Scary Room is shaking. Then it's shaking harder and harder... Banging like someone has hold of the doorknob on the inside and is trying to get out. (There is a hook/eye latch on the outside of that door, for whatever reason).
Completely freaked me out. Heart started pounding, couldn't breathe. I ran upstairs and woke Prairieson up and told him something was trying to get out of the scary room, and could he come with me to check it out. He did.
We scooted to the basement, he grabbed the flashlight. The door began to pound even more enthusiastically than before! "Something definitely trying to get out of there", he says. Slowly... He unlatches the door... pushes it open a wee bit... Holds the flashlight at the ready... And out comes...
Whitman.
The little butthead had climbed into the ceiling in the laundry room, crossed over to the ceiling above the scary room, then fell through the ceiling to the floor and couldn't get out. He's still a baby, but he's not a meower, so pounding was the only way he could think of to get our attention.
Geez. My heart is still freaking.