The wombat screams at midnight and then falls off his perch.
He doesn't really move after that and I don't see him again, although apparently some people did.
Apparently we were in the right place, and just weren't able to see the right things to see the ghost.
As I said, the film was a bit spooky and I sat on my bed for a while after watching it.
I went to bed at a reasonable hour and dreamed a little about the Titanic, and all the things I'd been dreaming about since I'd seen my first film about the ship.
It's been an odd week this week.
On Thursday I woke up and, for some reason, knew I was going to be late for work.
I got ready really quickly and didn't leave until the last minute.
Wanda has a birthday next week, but I'm not really ready to write her a birthday card. I thought I was, but I just don't know what to say. I don't know what I'm supposed to say. I guess it's all part of being nervous and being on a time limit, and trying to get everything done in the time you have.
As it happens I found my way, but it took a while.