A random moment with my dad.

Last night, after chatting with my sister and Pan, I decided that it was time to head for bed. I turned off all the lights and tucked myself into bed. I was planning to watch Law & Order until I fell asleep, but then I started hearing scratching sounds. I became a little alert because I heard it that morning too. I stayed on my bed, but crawled around listening to see where the source of the sound was. It was coming from the left side of my room (Where the closet, bed, and window are.) I heard my dad get up for work, so I ran out the room.

"Pa! There's something in my room!"

He gives me a reaction thats a mix between this =____= (out of tiredness) and O____o

He comes into my room, and the scratching noise completely stopped. I kicked my bed repeatedly to see if it would start up again. Pa looked at me like I was nuts. I sat on my bed and tried telling him. He started feeling my forehead and tucked me in. I protested like crazy.

"Pa! What if it comes get me?!"

"You know when it's late at night and you start to think you hear some things..."

"No! I'm not sick and I'm not hearing things!"

"Go to sleep."
"Paaaaaaaaa~" T_____T

Then he left.

*sigh* Only my grandma believes me!