Actually, Jason Vorhees decided that for me. Or maybe it was Leatherface, Freddy Kruger, Bloody Mary, or any other horror story star. You don't think those movies are scary until...it happens to you.
I walked the kids to the bus stop this morning and the first bus comes at 6:30 am. The last bus comes at 6:50 am. It's still pretty dark in some areas of our 0.3 mile driveway that early in the morning.
This is our driveway in daylight:
So as I'm walking back to the house, I glance into the forest to the right of me. I saw nothing but my over active imagination got the best of me. Every horror movie I've ever watched came to mind.
So I started running. There's hills (going up when you're going towards the house) so those nearly killed me. At that point I decided I'd rather die of a heart attack than have some deranged lunatic hack me up and wear my skin. Wouldn't it just sound better in your obit for it to say: died from a heart attack while running than attacked by insane monster?
As I approached the deer stand, I just knew someone or something was going to jump down and attack me. No one would find me until the buzzards had picked my bones IF Jason left anything of me. I started running harder which made the dogs start barking. The barking dogs alerted Mark's mom so she looks out the window to see me running.
My phone rings:
Me: hello?
Mark's mom: I heard the dogs barking and when I looked out I saw you running. Are you ok?
Me: yeah, I just decided to take up running. (Not wanting anyone to know that I let my imagination get the best of me)
Mark's mom: with a coffee cup and mail? (Drats! Foiled again)
So now, I'm tired, sweaty, and scared to get in the shower. You've seen Psycho, right?
You crack me up! I read lots of zombie books. I freaked out one night when I was taking stuff to the shed(out back and not well lit at alll). I literally spun around in circles shining the flashlight at anything and everything while putting the shed keys in between my fingers to stab the made up zombie or hillbilly killers with. Yeah, Matt laughed at me like a crazy lady when I came inside and told him.
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