Things that go bump in the night scare me. Literally. It takes me way too long to realize that it was indeed the fridge turning on. Or that’s Poe snoring. Or that’s the cat eating. Or that’s you breathing you idiot!
It seems the later it gets the quieter the sounds are that scare me. It’s always nothing, but I always plan the scenario out just in case – Where’s the baseball bat?
I’m also scared of heights. I will not use those stairs in parking garages that have you can see through.
And clowns. Don’t get me started on clowns.
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