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The single most scary scene in a movie (in my opinion) is the part in When A Stranger Calls Back where Carol Kane is searching the house with a gun listening to the voice of the murderer she can't see. If you haven't seen it I'm about to spoil it for you. She can't see him because he's painted himself to blend in with the brick wall. Even the thought of that scene gives my arms and legs full ranges of chill bump mountains as far as the eye can see.
Last night I had my very own terrifying scene from a movie which I may/may not have brought upon myself. Some people might call it "tempting fate". Some bands might sing it
"Livin' On the Edge".
It is quite possibly outrageous and naive of me to think the following sleeping conditions are comfortable/safe.
1. Bedroom window mostly open on the first level.
2. Blinds pulled all the way up on the first level.
3. Bed pushed parallel to open window w/ open blinds on the first level.
I'm like an astronaut afraid of zero gravity because I check my closets for monsters every night before I go to sleep in Peepin' Tom's Paradise. I at least came to my senses and started sleeping with the window closed last week, and I don't want to think about what could have happened if I had left it open last night.
It was about 2:30am when my eyes shot open and I didn't even have time to focus or construct an emergency plan of attack. My shades were pulled all the way up and my face was turned toward the window. For what seemed like 3 hours I tried to moved my head full of bricks. I blinked out loud so hard that I swear my lids clapped. Usually it's your mind playing tricks on you, but I didn't know what to do with myself since when I opened my eyes again I saw a head duck, rise, and duck again.
So I did what any normal girl would do. Eject, throw blood curdling yell toward figure behind window, jump out of bed sending your stuffed shark flying into your cat's face like a furry torpedo, and leave a trail of foot skin skid marks behind as you run to your roommate's door and pound the crap out of it.
The best solution at this time was just to make sure the doors were locked and sleep in Kate's bed. I didn't call 911 because I honestly don't think they could have done anything about it after the fact. Now I'm sort of regretting that fact and thinking about what the hell I'm going to do tonight since I'll be all alone. I guess the smartest plan I have in store is to contact the autorities and see if I can con some fat Charlotte cop to patrol the area.
Please let me know if you have a more efficient suggestion!
So far the only advice I've received is:
"Buy a condo!!!"
-engineer in the building who ate his cereal with orange juice instead of milk this morning.
Does he mean buy a condo and live in it, or does he mean I should still live in my apartment and buy a condo so my peeper is totally intimidated by my success?
Last night I had my very own terrifying scene from a movie which I may/may not have brought upon myself. Some people might call it "tempting fate". Some bands might sing it
"Livin' On the Edge".
It is quite possibly outrageous and naive of me to think the following sleeping conditions are comfortable/safe.
1. Bedroom window mostly open on the first level.
2. Blinds pulled all the way up on the first level.
3. Bed pushed parallel to open window w/ open blinds on the first level.
I'm like an astronaut afraid of zero gravity because I check my closets for monsters every night before I go to sleep in Peepin' Tom's Paradise. I at least came to my senses and started sleeping with the window closed last week, and I don't want to think about what could have happened if I had left it open last night.
It was about 2:30am when my eyes shot open and I didn't even have time to focus or construct an emergency plan of attack. My shades were pulled all the way up and my face was turned toward the window. For what seemed like 3 hours I tried to moved my head full of bricks. I blinked out loud so hard that I swear my lids clapped. Usually it's your mind playing tricks on you, but I didn't know what to do with myself since when I opened my eyes again I saw a head duck, rise, and duck again.
So I did what any normal girl would do. Eject, throw blood curdling yell toward figure behind window, jump out of bed sending your stuffed shark flying into your cat's face like a furry torpedo, and leave a trail of foot skin skid marks behind as you run to your roommate's door and pound the crap out of it.
The best solution at this time was just to make sure the doors were locked and sleep in Kate's bed. I didn't call 911 because I honestly don't think they could have done anything about it after the fact. Now I'm sort of regretting that fact and thinking about what the hell I'm going to do tonight since I'll be all alone. I guess the smartest plan I have in store is to contact the autorities and see if I can con some fat Charlotte cop to patrol the area.
Please let me know if you have a more efficient suggestion!
So far the only advice I've received is:
"Buy a condo!!!"
-engineer in the building who ate his cereal with orange juice instead of milk this morning.
Does he mean buy a condo and live in it, or does he mean I should still live in my apartment and buy a condo so my peeper is totally intimidated by my success?