It doesn't matter that I'm a grown woman, or that I live in a pretty safe neighborhood, or that I know the odds of me dying an agonizing and torturous death at the hands of a serial killer are .0000001%.
I still get scared at night.
Every bump is the sound of a crazy man breaking into my house. Every creak is the weight of his footsteps on the stairs. Every flicker out of the corner of my eye is his shadow moving towards me. And even with my eyes squeezed shut, every breath I take is his breath on my face.
I really need to start writing romance.
The night I watched The Exorcism of Emily Rose (my parents were in Europe) I turned on EVERY light in the house and slept with a baseball bat.
ReplyDeleteBecause you know I'd be able to beat the 6 demons including Beelzebub with a bat if they wanted to possess me.
Just to let everyone else know, I was 27 years old at the time.
ReplyDeleteHa, a kindred spirit! Is it strange that this doesn't seem strange to me?
ReplyDeleteI actually could not go past the first 10 minutes of Emily Rose... I was THAT freaked out.
Um, I've been known to sleep with a knife under my pillow...
ReplyDeleteI'm so happy not to be the only one. :) (Freak, that is.)
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