This time she "yelped," as she put it. She grabbed her cell phone, thinking about calling her husband.
"He might be asleep," she said, "but if I don't wake him up and talk to him, I'm never going to sleep."
Before making the call — and likely making herself look silly in the process — she decided to venture down the hall again. Checking the door again, she found it to still be locked. She decided to head down the hallway to check on the girls. This action would put the garage door at her back, which she didn't much care for. She turned to glance at the door as she walked away, and as she was turning back toward the girls' rooms, she hit the volume button on the cell phone in her hand. Problem was, she didn't know she did it.
I'll let her words tell you what happened next.
"As I turned to go back, all of a sudden, a blue glow appeared behind me! I caught it out of the corner of my eye. I screamed and started to run, but the blue light was following me! It was right behind me! I was so scared! Sheer terror, Misty. Sheer terror is the only way I can describe how I felt."
The terror quickly melted into relief when she realized the glow was from her phone.
The relief melted into embarrassment the next morning, when she realized the noise was the crinkling release of a crushed water bottle that sat on the hall counter near the door.
My plan is to never let her live this down. This column should be a good start.
Misty Knisely, managing editor, can be reached at 574-732-5155 or via email at email@example.com.