It’s been about a year since I’ve really been scared…of me.
For the most part, I don’t scare easy. I live in an old house that makes a lot of noises (many people believe I have a ghost) and has a heat vent in the basement that looks like a monster or something out of American Horror Story, but it’s never bothered me, even when I’ve been home alone, late at night, watching American Horror Story.
With nothing but down time on my hands as of late, I’ve been watching a lot of stuff from the library, to include The Godfather trilogy. 41 years old and I’ve never watched The Godfather – until now. It was about midnight, the house was dark, and the only light in my house was that coming from the TV. Sonny Corleone had just been shot to death at the toll booth when all of a sudden I heard a similar noise, but it was coming from the TV. One of my helium balloons was caught in the fan light above me – scared the bejeebies out of me and, when you’re physically hurt, it’s not only scary, it’s painful.
A few days later, I returned home from art class with Sleepless to a very dark house. Unlike Motel 6, I don’t leave a light on for anyone. Or do I? Sleepless walked around to the back of the house to bring my bins to the curb for pick-up while I opened the front door. “You’ve got a light on in the basement,” she shouted to me while walking to the back and as I opened the front door I saw, in the back of my house, a figure. It took me a few seconds to realize that the figure was, in fact, my shadow.
Like I said, it’s been a while since I’ve really been scared, but these last two times we’re truly bone chilling.