Welcome to Musing Interruptus. Today, my thoughts take me inside, to a place where things go bump in the night. And no… this is not an episode on sex… no bumping uglies here… What I mean are the sounds that can put you over the edge. Like that famous episode where Donald Duck needs to get some sleep, yet he finds his pre-sleep peace interrupted by a dripping faucet, a noisy clock, and well, you get the picture. Thank you for clicking, thank you for listening. Today: I think it’s coming from inside the house.

The wooden floors creak as I walk towards the kitchen. Bright light normally bounces off the walls, but now it is night. Darkness embraces every corner. I stub my toe on the leg of a kitchen stool with such force that the stool flies across the floor,  the sound reverberates and shatters whatever peace I had insi ...