Angry Birds

Oh look what Marco found, Chuck, the Angry Bird cap. Now I tell him not to smile but give me his angry bird face, perfect. Tonight we checked into this platteland farmhouse built in 1849 and has been in this boer family since. And now we are telling ghost stories. There is zero cell phone reception unless I stand on my bed with my phone held high but I need to stay awake because I know as soon as I close my eyes there would be a creak somewhere down the passage.

It is nearly midnight, the witching hour. What was that sound, oh just an owl.