murder
so i just found out that my old dentist and my parents current dentist for the past 15 years, was murdered in his home. stabbed to death. that has got to be the worst way to die, besides burning alive.
i have this irrational (maybe not so irrational) fear that someone is going to come into my house and murder me. i've watched so many A&E cold case files, that my imagination has me sleeping with a knife between the mattress and the box spring. my ex used to get freaked out that i would stab him in my sleep. i always thought it was his guilty conscience that was freaking him out.
anyways, i remember living in baltimore and having a room in the basement. it was one of those finished basements that had french doors that opened into the back yard and my back yard was a forest. so i used to get so scared that a serial killer would come though those doors and into my bed.
once, on a very rainy night, i was alone in the three story townhouse. alone in my basement room at three am, ironing my clothes. i could not see anything outside cuz it was pitch dark and the rain was pouring. standing in my room, anyone could see in, because of the windows and the glass doors, but i could see nothing but black.
suddenly, everything went dark. my lights, in the entire house, turned off. the tv turned off, everything went silent. i seriously thought to myself, "that's it, i'm done, i'm going to die. someone is here to finally kill me" i thought some madman cut the lights and snuck into the house and was now waiting for me to try to make a move across my room, up the stairs to the main floor. it took all the courage i had to run upstairs and call a friend to come pick me up. i was afraid to go outside, cuz i thought they could be waiting outside too.
so my friend drove 20 minutes at 3 am on a rainy night so that i could spend the night at her house. she came and went to check out the basement and saw that i blew a fuse with the tv, lights and iron working all at once.
i'm usually not that high maintenance. the only other time i got that freaked out was when our house on breckenridge got hit by lightning and set off all the smoke alarms. oh and while working as a flight attendant and we had to make an emergency landing on the morning of 9/11 when i was on my way to DC. ok, and one more, but someone actually got murdered in front of me. but that's it, i swear. usually i'm pretty brave. but someone is out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for me to fall asleep, foaming at the mouth and holding a filleting knife, waiting for just the right opportunity....to make his move...and make mine, my last.
i have this irrational (maybe not so irrational) fear that someone is going to come into my house and murder me. i've watched so many A&E cold case files, that my imagination has me sleeping with a knife between the mattress and the box spring. my ex used to get freaked out that i would stab him in my sleep. i always thought it was his guilty conscience that was freaking him out.
anyways, i remember living in baltimore and having a room in the basement. it was one of those finished basements that had french doors that opened into the back yard and my back yard was a forest. so i used to get so scared that a serial killer would come though those doors and into my bed.
once, on a very rainy night, i was alone in the three story townhouse. alone in my basement room at three am, ironing my clothes. i could not see anything outside cuz it was pitch dark and the rain was pouring. standing in my room, anyone could see in, because of the windows and the glass doors, but i could see nothing but black.
suddenly, everything went dark. my lights, in the entire house, turned off. the tv turned off, everything went silent. i seriously thought to myself, "that's it, i'm done, i'm going to die. someone is here to finally kill me" i thought some madman cut the lights and snuck into the house and was now waiting for me to try to make a move across my room, up the stairs to the main floor. it took all the courage i had to run upstairs and call a friend to come pick me up. i was afraid to go outside, cuz i thought they could be waiting outside too.
so my friend drove 20 minutes at 3 am on a rainy night so that i could spend the night at her house. she came and went to check out the basement and saw that i blew a fuse with the tv, lights and iron working all at once.
i'm usually not that high maintenance. the only other time i got that freaked out was when our house on breckenridge got hit by lightning and set off all the smoke alarms. oh and while working as a flight attendant and we had to make an emergency landing on the morning of 9/11 when i was on my way to DC. ok, and one more, but someone actually got murdered in front of me. but that's it, i swear. usually i'm pretty brave. but someone is out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for me to fall asleep, foaming at the mouth and holding a filleting knife, waiting for just the right opportunity....to make his move...and make mine, my last.
