There is just something about hearing electronic toys go off in the middle of the night in a fit of dying batteries that just freaks me out.
I awoke this morning to the sound of "bee booop! bee booop!" coming from inside the house. It was the sound that one of Lindsey's toys makes when it turns itself off. It kept doing it over and over, which makes me believe that there is a ghost child down there, turning the toy on and off over and over in wispy silence, wondering what new piece of technology this is since last being alive 100 or so years ago.
Or perhaps a burglar invaded our home and tripped over the damn thing in his rush to steal...what? Our 200 lb flat screen TV? The most valuable items in our home sleeps in the beds anyways, not sure what a burglar could steal that I'd get too riled up about.