Julie bought Jameson a Halloween book the other day. It was a pretty lame-o book in my opinion. It was unique, though, in that it had a witch on the last page with those big googley eyes they sell at craft stores. And a little speaker that belted out an evil witch laugh when you turned to that last page. Wuu-ahhh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!! It was quite loud.
Well, somehow it ended up in our room. In the middle of the night it started to malfunction. The witch laugh started to go off for no apparent reason at random, ever shorter intervals.
In the morning, this is what I found on the floor on Julie's side of the bed. This is also why I sleep in fear.