BOO!
If anyone here knows me (or at least vaguely), then they should also know that I am/was obsessed with the sci-fi show Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction?. Of course, I don't care about the fake stories, but I have remained throughly fascinated by actual real life phenomena including paranormal events, ghosts, and those strange freaky coincidences.
Ugh, but here comes the bad part:
I have an over-active imagination. After years of watching stories of deadly inanimate objects and people returning from the dead, I have suceeded in scaring myself shitless. It has come to the point where whenever I'm alone in the house (which is often), I start imagining Jonathon Frakes's voice beginning the narration of my death story. His voice, or the voice of some ugly unknown actor hired to portray my character. "It was a normal Tuesday, and Monica T----a had decided to start the day off with some vacuuming" or "It was late. I had just turned off the computer from a long night of chatting when suddenly, without explanation, the computer began to...". Regardless of the beginning, the ending always results in cheesy (but effective) over-dramatic music and me lying face-down in a puddle of my own blood.
Did I mention that I have an overactive imagination?
Ugh, but here comes the bad part:
I have an over-active imagination. After years of watching stories of deadly inanimate objects and people returning from the dead, I have suceeded in scaring myself shitless. It has come to the point where whenever I'm alone in the house (which is often), I start imagining Jonathon Frakes's voice beginning the narration of my death story. His voice, or the voice of some ugly unknown actor hired to portray my character. "It was a normal Tuesday, and Monica T----a had decided to start the day off with some vacuuming" or "It was late. I had just turned off the computer from a long night of chatting when suddenly, without explanation, the computer began to...". Regardless of the beginning, the ending always results in cheesy (but effective) over-dramatic music and me lying face-down in a puddle of my own blood.
Did I mention that I have an overactive imagination?