Broken Window

One of the windows in the basement broke after these little kids decided to not listen to me. Their ball broke the window accidently (supposedly). Of course their parents will pay for the bill to replace that window and I feel bad for them; not exactly cheap. I'm staying up for the whole night because it creeps me out knowing that there's a window that's completely broken. I covered it up but it's only with a garbage bag. Plus, being the weirdo that I am, I'm picking up every single noise which is freaking me out even more. Totally sucks to not feel safe in your own home. Thank God there's no work tomorrow because I would be walking around like a zombie.