Maybe it's just that time of the year, but this house creeps me out. This neighborhood creeps me out. It's so cold in here. Maybe if the heater was on I'd be less wound up.

But for the second time, I've heard screams coming from the area behind our backyard. Loud screams...full of anguish. Not playful, short, high-pitched screams...blood curdeling. Tonight they sounded like a man. The windows are all closed so they were faint, but I heard them once and thought it was the TV in the other room. Heard them again and I knew it wasn't.

First time I heard them I looked towards the window and saw a huge spider on the floor. That's another thing. The spiders. Why so many spiders? I hate spiders. Killed that mofo. Maybe the scream was an omen for me to kill the ugly spider.

Anyways, it wasn't the first time we heard screams from that area back behind the house. The first time they sounded like a woman, and we all heard them. Tonight is was just me. But that time they were loud, and went on for a while, and we almost called the police. But didn't. ::shudder::

To make matters worse, behind our backyard is a city-owned pumping station/open space area. Behind that is this abandoned two story pink house. Looks like no one has lived in there for years. It's falling apart, the windows are broken. Anyone could break in there pretty easily I guess. I wonder why it's empty? It's right on Euclid Avenue...one of the busiest streets in the neighborhood, across from the park. Prime real estate. Why is it just sitting there like that. Ack.

Leo suggested the screams might be from in there....that maybe it's a crack house. For some reason that's a lot more comforting then my thoughts of restless spirits that could be roaming just outside our backyard.

It's nights like these that I miss the comfort of La Loma.