I'm Officially Spooked.

If you read yesterday's Google-age post carefully, you might have read a little anecdote about the television in my bedroom going bonkers.

If you didn't, here's the low down: Apparently, my television is possessed.

On Thursday night, I finished watching a DVD in bed and flicked off the power via my remote controls - one turns the DVD player off, the other the TV. I put both remote controls on the bedside table and rolled over to sleep, nothing special.

Something woke me up about a half hour later. I rolled over and realised that the television had turned itself back on to an empty fuzzy screen, without any noise.

Being a big wimp, I didn't move to turn it off. I just kind of lay there, huddled under my sheets looking around the room for monsters. [As you do.] Ten minutes passed and I figured I was losing my mind, when the television clicked itself off. Of course, I then shot up out of bed and turned the power off at the wall, because that's what the smart people do in the movies. [Never mind that in The Ring, it doesn't help.]

Let's just say that I didn't sleep too well that night, and spent the next few hours watching home shopping infomercials to keep me distracted.

[I want to buy the Turbo Jam workout DVDs. Bloody awesome!]

The next day I told Jase what happened and he laughed at me, which I suppose is perfectly acceptable under the circumstances. When he stayed over the following night, all of the appliances behaved perfectly. No spooky late night switching on or off, just a normal night's sleep. I figured I was just going mental.

Anyone want to take bets on what happened last night, when I was back in bed alone? I turned everything off and fell asleep, only to be woken up an hour later with the television on - this time blaring the loud home shopping channel.

Once again, I jumped out of bed and switched off the outlet, and hid under my blankies for the rest of the night, because OMG, am scared now, help.

What the fuck is going on here? And when did I turn into such a big fraidy-cat?

That's it. No more X-Files episodes before bed for me.