At about 3 a.m. I heard Ollie’s door open and close. I went to see what was going on, and I found him standing in his room with a flashlight.

I told him it was too early and tucked him back into bed. I didn’t think much of it. On the way to school the next morning, Ollie was whispering to Evie. Sara couldn’t hear what he was saying, but she overheard, “last night” and “mischievous”. 

An ominous thing to overhear, if there ever was one.

Sara told me about this and we puzzled over what he could have been up to. Ollie is a pretty solid sleeper, who has to be physically separated from his bed in the morning; wandering around at night is more Evie’s style. But he clearly was up to SOME kind of devious plan.

Throughout the day there were references to a “secret”, and then tonight after dinner we heard the two of them once again whispering to each other. Sara and I paused and strained to hear what they were talking about.

We heard only one phrase: “…put pillows over their faces…”

I guess it’s my turn to be spooked out.

Needless to say, I will be sleeping with one eye open tonight.