alligators downstairs
The dark doesn’t scare me that much, its mainly what I imagine could be in the dark. So I walk all the way down the stairs in the dark (to get some water and my drugs that were on the table down there) and when I get to the bottom step, I turn the light on really quick to make sure there’s nothing down there. I don’t know what I expect to (not) see - a mouse? Snakes? A big Alligator?? The boogey man?? :giggle:
But I don’t want the light to wake up E with the door open upstairs, so I turn it back off really fast. Then I walk across the downstairs in the dark until I get to the next light switch.
Yes, I’m a goof. 
Comments
I’m a goof too, I’m the same way... always thinking there’s got to be something in my house.
Posted by: Carla | March 23, 2004 10:38 AM
Stephen King won’t dangle any limbs off the bed, for fear to this day that the Thing Under the Bed might grab him. You’re in good company.
Posted by: Carla | March 24, 2004 05:37 AM