I’m home on my own, I've got the fire roaring and my lap-top ready to do some writing. Shane has gone to Adelaide for the rest of the week. I can’t remember why, he did tell me, maybe life was getting too exciting for him.
I started watching Criminal Minds, which I never have watched before. It was all about an itinerant farm worker who broke into houses of people on their own and killed them. It was spooky. Half way through I thought, why am I watching this? But, of course, I couldn't turn it off.
Now I’m creeped out. Jumpy. I keep hearing noises. The cat scratched at the door to come in and I freaked, well, jumped. I went to the toilet and was startled at the sound of my own shoulder brushing against the wall. Ah!
Now, I can't think about writing. I've gone all nervy.
I’m never like this usually. I quite like having the house to myself. Grrr! Stupid! Note to self, don't watch murder shows when you are home alone.
Maybe, I should watch some internet porn to take my mind off the man with the knife lurking in the hallway? Although, I'd hate to be killed with my pants around my ankles.
What to do?
Maybe, I should go out for a beer?
Oh, then I'd have to come home... grabbed from behind the door and dragged into my lounge room all decked out as a death shrine, everything wrapped in plastic. Shane's due home on Sunday. I don't fancy being tortured until then.
Oh great, do you believe it, the next show on the teev is called Doomed to die. Where's the remote?
2 comments:
Watching criminal minds is less scary if you live in a small unit in an apartment complex. My rationale is that the would-be- killer would have so many other units to choose from and would probably pick something at ground level. Still, last night I wished I watched Medium instead.
I don't think I failed at anything, I was just scared, or heading toward it.
I wished I'd watched Medium too.
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