Typing, but not typing. The fuh?

[nick_garou]

Wednesday night, I dozed off on the futon downstairs in my cabin. I woke up at some ungodly hour in the still-quite-dark morning to what sounded like typing on a computer keyboard coming from the upstairs loft. Ever so quietly, I pulled the 12-gauge pump-action shotgun from under the couch, checked that a round was chambered and the safety off, and crept up the stairs to find....

Nothing. Nothing but the unattended old desktop that I use as a server. And the typing had stopped right as I'f gotten into visual view of the keyboard.

I did a full magical spectrum scan, looking for abnormalities or hidden/invisible things or spirits or ghosts in the machine or....

Nothing.

I figured I'd just imagined it--even though it'd seemed pretty damn real at the time--and went back downstairs. About 20 minutes later, as I was about to start drifting off to sleep, I heard the typing start up again upstairs. This time I simply reached out with magic, hoping to scan the area for who was actively using the keyboard, and....

Nothing.

WTF?

This went on for about seven more times--up to and beyond sunrise---so I was pretty bushed Thursday. I stayed home, trying to locate the source of the typing noises, and made zero progress.

I've decided it's just some lingering paradox that's all in my head, so I'm ignoring the typing noises. Even though it's dark. Even though I'm alone in the house. Even though there's typing noises coming from upstairs for 13                           .

It's all in my head. It's all in my head. It's all in my head.

And I'm so tired.

AND I AM IGNORING YOU SO FUCKING QUIT IT!