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I was sitting on the couch working when I felt a little rumble beneath me. I looked up at my earthquake indicator – the hanging Spider-man in the kitchen – to see if it was moving. It was.

“No big deal,” I thought, “these things usually last only a couple seconds”.  But this one kept going on and on.

I went and grabbed my cat thinking I’d run my ass downstairs and out the building but then it stopped.

I didn’t think anything else really about it but then my brother called me and asked if I was ok. “How did you know?” I asked. He said it was all over the news.

A 5.8 magnitude!

Freakin weird!