Monday, August 15, 2011

Silly Things that startle

Well, it took a while, but I finally had my first I am alone in the house freak out. I bring these things on my self, but, here is how it happened...
I watched the Criminal Minds marathon on A&E. I really like this show. Behavior analysis fascinates me. How awesome would it be to be a profiler? Seriously. Granted, I have loved the notions of profilers since Fox Mulder and Frank Black came in to my life and made the non-supernatural ability to read a person's behavior by what they leave behind, and then actually be able to pinpoint what kind of person they are became the thing to do on TV. Frank Black was the best, by the way.
The problem is, if a) it is on TV, and b) they are criminal profilers, c) the person they are chasing is very, very scary. So, as I watched five solid hours of people following people who were mutilating people because they HAD to, as their patterns and behavior suggested, I sort of got a little creeped out as it got dark outside, and I realized that Charles would not be home for a long time.
So, what do I decide to do? Lock all the doors, turn on the lights and hide? No. First I make a trip to the basement to get the laundry. The basement is creepy any way, but, after the added stimuli, I didn't really like it. THEN! Lock all the doors, turn on the lights and hide. NO! I decide I really need to take a shower. I was filthy, and, it is just TV, you are fine. So, I am in the shower. While in the shower, I have the thought, I can't remember if I locked the back door when I came in from the basement. No problem, you are fine... just finish your shower, silly.
Now, Ginger starts barking. Ginger who only has barked at Mark and Josh when they scared her (two big guys) and Grace, a dog who is deaf, and sadly couldn't tell that she was infringing on Ginger's territory. (I love Grace, by the way, I am just emphasizing the usual lack of bark).
So, now, I am not sure if I locked the doors, I am standing in the shower, and the dog is barking. Now, I have no choice but to believe that, yes, the axe murderer is in the house, and Ginger is now fighting to protect you.
Perhaps, the notion of Ginger being protective is enough to throw off the axe murderer. You know, disarm or distract them mentally.
But the big question was, when I come flying out of the bathroom, naked, dripping wet, with a hammer (the only thing I could find near by) swinging and screaming, will that be enough to scare them? I only need to make it to the door, and out, Ginger will follow me, and I can head to the neighbors. Someone will help a naked, screaming soaking wet girl with a hammer and their small dog at the door in middle of the night, right?

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