Abnormal Activity

I just got back from my first business trip. I feel so adultish. (The fact that I said "adultish" cancels out any chance of me actually being an adult.) My boss and I drove to Greenville, South Carolina for a co-op meeting and stayed the night at her childhood home that her sister now lives in.

The house was built in the early 1900s and has been in their family for many years. My boss explained that I would have the master bedroom upstairs all to myself because she and her sister use the rooms downstairs that they grew up in. (Score!) She then asked, "You're not afraid of ghosts are you? We've had some weird things happen in this house growing up." (Shit...) If it were anyone else asking me this question, I would assume they were fucking with me but this was coming from my boss; a savvy business woman and an avid Us Weekly reader. What I'm saying is, she's credible.

When I got upstairs to my room, this was the first thing I saw:

Is that really necessary? Long leggedy beasties? Do you have any tequila?

Last week at work we were discussing how we enjoy scary movies and looking back, I should have kept my fat mouth shut. We decided that since neither of us had seen Paranormal Activity that this trip would be a good time to watch it. Pajama clad and a few Don Julio shots in, we were ready to watch. I had been told on multiple occasions not to watch it. Granted this was coming from a person who had to "deal" with me after watching scary movies but since I am no longer his nighttime burden I was going to watch it just to spite him. I was fine the first hour and 36 minutes of the movie and with three minutes left to go I couldn't wait to rub it in his face. That's when shit got real.

Tuesday night marks the first time I slept with the lights on. I'm not even going to lie about it. I'm pretty confident I would have been fine if I were in my own house in my own bed or had the distraction of bugging the aforementioned know-it-all but unfortunately the only thing I had to sleep with was a balled up sweatshirt.

The fact that this happened also cancels out any chance of me actually being an adult.