Me and my man were at the cinema on Saturday, he having convinced me to watch Paranormal Activity, in which a woman is haunted by a supernatural being that, among other things, stands by her bed and whispers her name.
Later that night, I woke up in the dark hotel room to a voice that sounded like a satanic version of my little sister, currently in Lowestoft, WHISPERING MY FRICKIN NAME!!
Turns out it was the Bear breathing. *sigh*
So not content with freaking me out at the cinema, he then proceeds to scare me completely when I'm trying to sleep!! I am still not certain if I've quite forgiven him...though if he continues to give me pretty things I certainly won't find it difficult. :-)