Tonight
I'm home alone watching Netflix. My husband is out playing cards with
the guys; Magic, not poker. I don't play, so I stay at home watching
horror movies and scaring myself. I'll see figures in the hallway
shadows or flashes of movement in the bathroom mirror. Stupid stuff.
I don't know what I'm worried about. Just because serial killers almost always get caught in movies doesn't mean it happens in real life. I should know that by now. Plus I've never been dumb enough to monologue when the coeds are tied up.
I guess I just scare easy.
I don't know what I'm worried about. Just because serial killers almost always get caught in movies doesn't mean it happens in real life. I should know that by now. Plus I've never been dumb enough to monologue when the coeds are tied up.
I guess I just scare easy.
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