- Going places alone.
- And thinking about going places alone.
- Sometimes, when I'm in the shower, I'll think about all the scary movies I've seen, and I'll convince myself that a creepy ghosty killer is standing in my bathroom ready to kill me. The cgk isn't going to kill me until I look out one side of the curtain OR turn my back to the curtain. So I can't get out. I have to make Evan come in the bathroom for me to be able to turn off the shower and get out.
- Spiders. Duh.
- Going to downtown bars. I swear I am going to get shot or stabbed. Or worse, Evan will.
- Houses "in the middle of no where." That is just asking to be serial murdered.
- We have these paper shades in our bedroom and there is a big treebush outside of one of the windows that casts creepy shadows on the shade at night. One night, Evan pointed out like 6 terrifying figures in the shade and now I can't look at it at night.
- Not looking in my review mirror when I am stopped. I am paranoid that someone is going to crash into the back of my car and I won't see it coming. And they will probably be going like 70 miles an hour because that's how fast people drive in my day terrors. (Oh, and it probably doesn't help that that happened in real life, once.)
- People who knock on my door when Evan isn't home. I can hardly even creep around the corner to see who it is. And sometimes, I don't look fast enough and my parents or brother have already left. (But that's what you get for showing up unannounced.)
- Driving into the garage and not immediately closing the door. I'm pretty sure that the serial killer who lives on my block is hiding in that bush and just waiting for me to open the door so he can sneak in and grab me.
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