Have you just spent a couple of horrors watching some movie and now it’s dark and you’re alone?
Do the shadows suddenly seem like ghouls?
Does that noise outside that’s probably a possum suddenly sound like an axe-wielding psycho man?
This afternoon I watched something creepy. It was fine because everyone was home and the daylight was coming through the windows. Then it was 6pm and everyone had to go out for Friday night plans. I don’t have any because I’m super popular and I definitely don’t leave assignments until the weekend. It became dark outside those windows very quickly (it’s Winter solstice!) and I had to do my hurried door locking and window checking.
Alone. In the dark. After a scary television session.
This can only mean one thing: I am prepared.
Prepared for zombies, murderers, ghosts. Actually, probably not ghosts since they’re not solid beings, but all I need for them is some holy water. Ever since I was a kid whenever I’d watch something scary, then that night would become a battle between my rational brain and my imagination: complete with a weapon shoved under my pillow just to be sure.
If there was actually a madmen bursting through the windows and walls with a chainsaw revving then 1) there would be no escape for me and 2) my neighbours would probably hear and call the police since I am not living in an old farmhouse 10 miles from town but in my mind, my weapons of choice are going to protect me well and truly.
As Shivaree says;
There’s a blade by the bed
And a phone in my hand
A dog on the floor
And some cash on the nightstand
When I’m all alone the dreaming stops
And I just can’t stand
Exactly, songstress, exactly. If I had a big dog now is about the time I’d be inviting him inside. Instead, I have cats who get their claws stuck in the wire of my security door and run away when the phone rings. Same deal.
I do have an old hammer and a pointy umbrella. Perfect! I will definitely ward off the crazies of the night with these things! In the meantime I wait longingly for that noise that means another member of the household is turning their key in the lock, and not the sign of someone bashing the lock with a baseball bat made of the leg bone of a past victim.
So goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it’s not here soon
I might be done
No it won’t be too soon ’til I say goodnight moon