After writing about scaring myself stupid last week, people came out of the woodwork. I heard from readers, coworkers, friends, family, ghosts. OK, not the ghosts.
Seems like everyone has a story to tell of a time when they were scared, rarely over anything worth actually be scared about. I have heard some great stories over the last week, but one of my favorites came from my sister. I laughed (at her) so hard that tears rolled down my cheeks.
Here's her story:
She lives out in the middle of nowhere with her husband, two kids and dog. Living in a big house far from civilization normally doesn't faze her because her husband is there. But he's out of town for work, meaning she's home alone with the kids and dog.
The other night she was sitting at the kitchen island, cutting coupons out of the paper. It was a little after midnight. She heard a noise.
"You know the sound a door handle makes when you turn it all the way and let it go? The sound of it spinning back around? It was that sound!"
She froze. Completely, as she tells it. With the scissors still open in her hand, the paper hanging between the blades, she was frozen.
She finally snapped out of it and thought she'd better go check it out.
(For the record, I would have paid good money to see all this play out.)
She creeps down the hallway toward the garage door. After checking to make sure the door was indeed locked, she crept back to the kitchen.
When asked why she was creeping, she practically yelled, "I don't know!"
She went back to her stool and sat in silence again. After several minutes, she decided she was hearing things and got back to her coupons. That's when she heard it again.