posters falling down in the middle of the night is seriously the scariest fucking thing
True story: in my old apartment, I had this really kick-ass poster of a bunch of minerals over our old futon. Carl and I were soundly sleeping one night and the poster toppled over onto us. I SHRIEKED so loudly that I woke Carl up, who proceeded to hold me even closer and also begin screaming. If our roommates had been there that night we totally would have woken them up, but thankfully it was just us.
I don’t think I’ll live that one down any time soon.