em (grayeyes) wrote, @ 2003-07-13 02:48:00

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over-active imagination
I really hate letting my dog out at nights. I'm always waiting to open my door to find Mr. Scary-Ass Creepy-Leering Fang Man peering at me from the other side of the screen. Indubitably he'd grin at me, his big, horsy teeth stained yellow, and he'd say something terribly cliché like, "Hello, little girl. Do you want to come out and play?" His voice would be low and raspy, the tell-tale sign of someone who's been smoking since they were about eight.

The beauty of an over-active imagination.

Of course I'm also the girl who's convinced that there are mass murderers lurking in my living room as soon as we turn out all the lights and I usher my sleepy mother off to bed. I hardly ever turn the lights on when I'm running around the house at 3 a.m., and the fact that the house is kind of old and naturally creaky, and the vines outside of the window like to tippity-tap on the glass while I'm alone in the dark makes late night tv watching an adventure.

I still get that childish thrill of fear and panic when I turn off the lights in the basement. I imagine great donnie darko-esque monster, killer-bunnies lying in wait, and giant, hairy tarantulas with foot-long, razor sharp fangs waiting to pounce on me from the laundry room. That's when I squeak and bolt up the stairs as quickly as I can, slamming the door behind me.

I'm fearless when it comes to walking down a poorly lit street alone in the middle of the night.

But when it comes to monsters, killer bunnies, and toothy men trolling the immaculate boulevards of the country club area I'm a total chickenshit.

	soapbar 2003-07-13 06:11 (link)
	Now THAT'S what I'm talking about, girl! (Reply to this) (Thread)

	mistressshaper 2003-07-13 12:51 (link)
	I know exactly what you mean, if I have to walk from the car to the house at night, by myself ,Im sure without a doubt that some axe wielding maniac is right behind me ,ready to kill me slowly and painfully. (Reply to this) (Thread)

soul_for_hire 2003-07-13 16:49 (link)

Hahaha, oh man, now you have me looking over my shoulder and it's 4:30 in the afternoon on a beautiful sunny day. When my pillow drops off my bed at night, I'm terrified that when I go to pick it up, Freddy Krueger will be there to grab me, or that Chucky doll will slice my arm off. Another thing I'm afraid of: Cruise ships. Thank you Ghost Ship. Me and you are alike. We can deal with real life horror, but when it comes to the land of make believe, we are our own worst enemies. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	the_flaming_o 2003-07-13 23:44 (link)
	I know exactly what you mean. Do you know that middle point when you've been woken but your brain hasnt caught up? Shadows look like people, I have screamed a couple (ok more than a couple) of times, that wakes me up completely, but it takes at least a minute for my heart to slow down. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	grayeyes 2003-07-14 01:34 (link)
	I kind of have that problem. When I'm trying to drift off to sleep if I hear the smallest noise my whole body tenses up and won't relax for at least 15 minutes. All the while I'm pretending to still be asleep or dead in the hopes that the monster / ghost / killer will leave me alone. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

the_flaming_o 2003-07-14 16:56 (link)

At times like that I resort to the classic "cover self completely with comforter, so no part of body is left uncovered method". And oldie but a goodie. When I was studying abroad, the dorms were old French houses from the century of the fruitbat most likely, everything creaked at night and one particular wall in my room glowed in the dark, wthout actually having anything glow in the dark stuck on it. And the people always saying It's just the ghosts, don't mind them did NOT help at all. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)