The wind and some creepy things

It's getting very windy in Cambridge. Often when I cycle somewhere, I have to consciously steer against the wind to remain on a straight path. Once, as I was going downhill, I had to pedal to remain in motion against the wind.

An engineer who lives on my floor told me, as I was heating up my rice and veggies in the microwave, that she'd been blown off her bicycle!

I leave my window cracked open at night, and sometimes as I sit typing an essay (or a blog post!) the wind rattles through the window pane and gives me a chill!

However, the wind doesn't scare me too much - it reminds me of the lovely blustery storms we would get in Singapore where rain fell down in silver sheets.

Whats does scare me is a sound I've been hearing in my room. Ever since I've been here, every so often I've heard a little sound coming from the ceiling in my room. It sounds like a cross between a camera click and the static on a radio, and lasts for only a second. If I had to type out the sound it would probably look like 'Shcshhcsrtchshsch'. I thought it was normal, and attributed it to the smoke detector above my door.

When Alex and Rachael were in my room for our Indian takeaway night, we were talking about George Orwell's 1984, a society of constant surveillance, where even when you think you're safe, unnoticed and free, Big Brother is watching.

'Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement's.

You owe me five farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin's.

When will you pay me?
Say the bells of Old Bailey.

...

Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
And here comes a chopper to chop off your head'

Suddenly.

'Shcshhcsrtchshsch'

'What was that?' asked Alex.

'I - I don't know, just this sound that always comes up. Doesn't it happen to you guys?'

Alex and Rachael both looked at each other and shook their heads.

'You're being watched, Miriam,' Alex said, with a wicked grin.

I've tried to convince myself that it is the sound of pipeworks. Or something. But the day after I noticed that it wasn't a common occurrence to have that sound, the sound disappeared for a whole day.

'They know you're on to them,' said Rachael when I told her.

And then the next day, it came back again.

'Oranges and lemons...' texted Alex to my frantic 'omg it's back'.

Tonight as I was doing a psychology test online, I suddenly heard a key in my door's lock. I leapt out of my chair, ran to my door and locked it from the inside and peered out through the spy hole - but there was no one.

I got the next few questions of the test wrong.