Are there dead bodies in my ceiling?

Here's one more from the old school. This was one of the first blog entries I put on myspace...I can't believe I overlooked it until now. I'm more than a little proud of this one and unlike the other 99% of things that come out of my mouth, this is actually true. Here we go:

Are there dead bodies in my ceiling? I don't know. I really hope not...it's kind of a creepy thought. But when I lie in bed on my back, looking up, I can't help but notice this convexity in the roof directly above my bed. In fact, if my bed were just a few inches over, said convexity would be centered directly over my bed and sleeping body. It looks like a former tenant stored something in an attic that was just slightly too heavy to be there, but not heavy enough to break through. Its roughly the size of a man, and you can almost, and this could be a child's overactive imagination, almost see where the ceiling looks different around the edge of this odd bulge above my bed. Like the roof has been patched. In my darker moments I have sat in bed, overwhelmed with wonder and not wanting to go to work, leaving the safety of the covers only to listlessly shamble to the fridge for another beer before I can make myself get up and go through the motions of another day. All the time staring and contemplating this sagging protuberance in my ceiling. Above my bed.

In moments like this I can all too clearly see some rotted and fetid now shapeless human form finally becoming too heavy for the cheap material and breaking through, falling in a mess of slimy old skin and putrid smell onto my sleeping form. Little plaster snowflakes would lazily float down. The terror would be so great I would be paralyzed, unable to scream or move as I now shared my bed with what in my head looks like the crypt keeper from that old television show. It's a disturbing thought.

And I noticed another one yesterday. On my deck, on the far right side, the roof is slightly sagging earthward in a distention more or less the same size as a human body in the fetal position. My God! How many could be up there? Are these the only two? Or just the only two that have been up there long enough to begin to show...What if the attic above my apartment is a field of dead bodies-rotting, decomposing, a veritable worm garden up there; crawling, slipping and sliding in, over and around all these bodies in different stages of decay?

Oh well...best not to think too hard about some things...