We weren’t scared. A little weirded-out, yes, but not spooked.
Last night, Lauren and I had just set a bunch of clocks ahead by an hour, and were going to bed. (I’d gotten too tired to watch the end of Wall-E.)
As we were finishing up with teeth brushing and light switching and such, we both heard a series of beeps in the distance.
“Were you running the dryer?” I asked Lauren. She wasn’t.
We went to sleep, wondering what the heck had beeped.
This morning, once I was downstairs prepping Anya’s breakfast, I noted that the microwave was still an hour behind for some reason. And then I realized that it had beeped approximately 11 minutes and 32 seconds after I had re-set its time the night before. And then I realized that last night I had set the kitchen timer on the microwave, instead of the clock.