Man, last night--no kidding--Kelli and I were in the living room. About 10:20 we hear the pitter patter of little feet in the hall. Maybe THEBOY was getting up to take a whiz.
Only the footsteps went up and down the hall, and we just looked at each other. Finally Kelli started calling him, asking him what he wanted. We could hear him go to the far end of the hall, then nothing.
We stared at each other for a sec. I went into THEBOY'S room, and the little bugger was sound asleep. We both heard footsteps in the hall, but it wasn't THEBOY. Not sure what the hell was going on there.
Oh, and the hall closet was filled knee-high with blood.
Zany, eh?
(Taken from an email exchange with Mike Llorca)
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