Demon? Gas? Me moving the covers quickly?  I’ll let you decide, but my vote is for a demon.  I’ll wash his mouth out if I ever get the chance.

Here’s the monster cursing.

Nothing special.  Just me trying to figure out what someone said.

“That’s what I was thinking.”

Most commonly said by those who have no freaking clue what is going on. Yet, they feel compelled to say, “That’s what I was thinking!” In hopes of you thinking they might just be smart or cool.

– Urban Dictionary

That weird crackling noise after I said,” That’s what I was thinking,” is me laughing according to Phil.

Apparently, in my sleep, I have learned how to speak whale.

So, despite what Phil believes, I think that the demon that was cussing at me earlier came back to the room and scared the piss out of me.  Here is the transcript of what I said or at least what I think I said. The bold and italicized is what I think the demon said.  Uber creepy if you ask me.

“It is . . . oh . . . oh . . . it is . . . It’s me . . . what is that right there . . . who is there?”

After typing “It’s me” into Google, I figured out what really must have been in my room.

Cookie Monster, of course.