Last Night Marty and I went to the bedroom to relax and watch a bit of TV. We turned off the TV @ eleven thirty. As we lay there waiting for sleep. Something hit the bottom of the bed really hard. It was loud and hard enough to jar the bed.I was just about to ask Marty what that was when it happened again. We both lay there and listened for a while. But nothing else happened.
I am once again being woke up @ three every morning.Then it is near impossible to get back to sleep. I just hate that.
Our grandson has started giving this thing attention once again. He looks and talks to things we can't see.That makes me so uncomfortable. Especially when I have no clue as to what is going on, or just what this thing is capable of.
