Mysterious Singingz

A disturbing phenomenon has been occurring as of late. As I lie in bed at around midnight-ish, I hear off-key singing from nearby. The first time it happened, about three weeks ago, I dismissed it as someone down the hall, for some reason, crooning to themselves loudly at 12:17 in the morning. Three weeks later, having had countless encounters with the Mysterious Singingz, I'm getting quite irritated. Also, when it's late and dark, tracking down the source of the Mysterious Singingz is quite a frightening prospect. Let's see a progression of my work towards discovering the source of the Mysterious Singingz.

Encounter I: The First Hearing
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I tossed and turned and tried to sleep, which I couldn't do, even though I was...um, weary...I heard a strange crooning reminiscent of...well, someone singing late at night, really off-key. At first I thought I was hallucinating it. Then, I thought it was just the sound of some electronic device, like the heat, and it just sounded musical. Then I listened more, and I knew that was wrong. Then I thought my roommate Rachel was singing in her sleep. I got up to investigate, and then it stopped. Tired, I went to sleep. I didn't hear it again that night.

Encounter II: Investigation of Co-Habitants
A week or so passed uneventfully - I went to sleep early, and heard no Mysterious Singingz. Then, finally, up late trying to finish my German homework, I heard it again! "Hark!" said I, cupping a hand to my ear in a picturesque and clichéd manner. Then I finally ventured out of my room and into the mini-hallway shared by my dorm-mates and I. I listened at both doors, but the singing had stopped. I was thinking of venturing towards the outer door and seeing if someone down the hall from us was perchance having a midnight concert, but as the singing started again, I realized how very dark it was and fled...er, retreated bravely back to my room.

Encounter III: Extensive Spy-Work
Last night was the fifth or sixth time I've heard the Mysterious Singingz. I had been trying to convince myself that it was unimportant and had done my best to go to sleep despite the creepiness. However, last night was the last straw. I wasn't tired, I was, in fact, quite energetic - what better time to finally get to the bottom of the Mysterious Singingz mystery? When the Singingz started, I froze, listening carefully. They stopped. I glanced at the clock - they stopped and started rather irregularly, but I thought it couldn't hurt to have some quantitative data on the matter, just in case. In four-ish minutes, the singing had begun again. I hurled down the Norton Anthology of English Literature and my collection of brightly colored highlighters and vaulted out of bed in the most ninja-like manner possible. I sped to my door and hurled it open. The Singingz continued. Good. I proceeded to listen shortly at the doors of my roommates. However, the Singingz ceased. Frustrated, I listened about a minute longer to the silence, my mind making me believe I heard the Singingz for brief intervals, but when I listened harder, there was nothing. Finally, annoyed, I proceeded to the front door to exit into the hallway proper and listen more carefully. Making sure I had my key with me (how much would it suck to be locked out at that hour, and with no cell phone, and in a tank top that hides absolutely nothing?) I crept about in the hallway for a few minutes before giving up. I briefly considered grabbing King Lear and chilling in the hallway for a while to see if I heard it again, but at this point I was beginning to grow tired.

All my spy-like exertions, I'm sure.

More information on the Mysterious Singingz as it is revealed to me.