I’m the kind of person that likes to turn off all the lights in the house when I go to bed. I like it really dark that I can’t see the front of my face, so I can sleep better. But, it takes me a while to sleep because I have too much in my mind. That’s when my imagination goes haywire as well.
As I lay in bed last night, I was thinking of things that had happened that day, evaluating, re-evaluating, how I could have done things different, what I accomplished, etc. I would let my mind go elsewhere, and then…just listen to the silence.
Through the silence, I will hear the whirr of the ceiling fan, the occasional bursts of air from the air vent, and the creaks of the bed as I toss and turn.
Then I would hear something…like crackling of a plastic bag, either upstairs or downstairs. What could it be? Maybe the breeze of the air vents made the noise? Is there someone out there, waiting for me to sleep, and do something drastic to me?
Sometimes, I try to keep my eyes shut really tight because I have some strange feeling that someone is right there in front of my face staring at me. I know…creepy.
Yeah, it’s mostly my imagination. That’s why I don’t like to watch horror movies.
I start to wonder if anyone out there is like me. I’ll never know.