On Thursday evening I had finished playing Bioshock and was chatting to a friend on MSN when I heard a crash upstairs. Since I’m alone at my parents house while they’re on holiday, this was pretty unsettling. Not to mention the fact that the house is centuries old and in the middle of nowhere, because this absolutely didn’t cross my mind for a second.

I went up to investigate in the direction of the sound. The darkness swam in front of me so I flicked on the lights. As soon as I did, a bulb blew on the wall right in front of me, and all the lights in the house went out with it. This frankly scared the shit out of me since it had been happening in BioShock all over the place, and I was probably still half-in-and-out of that environment. I backpeddled downstairs to the fuse box. Quickly.

At least I wasn’t playing Condemned; I might have had a heart attack.

When I went back up I found a bunch of shampoo bottles in the bathroom had been knocked off a shelf. I probably should have put more thought into this, but somehow I actually dismissed it and just went back to my friend with a shrug (his suggestion of ghosts was very calming).

..about thirty minutes later I had a visit from a dormouse of the squirrelly aesthetic, who had ventured downstairs from the attic, and was investigating the bins in the kitchen. I coraled him out. He gave me a scare or two because he liked to pop his head out (cute as it was) from around the corner right as I was leaning in to look.

It took me til 3am to get him out the backdoor.. stupidly timid little guy. Stupidly tiring too.