Current mood:	silly
Entry tags:	i am a huge dork, rl

The Jersey Devil Will Eat Me
When I was a kid, I was fascinated with ghosts, Bigfoot, and UFOs. Mostly because they scared the pants off of me. I have no idea how many nights I went to sleep, utterly terrified after reading some lurid 'eyewitness account' of how the Jersey Devil busted into some kid's room and shredded them alive.

DUDE. I COULD HAVE BEEN THAT KID.

Anyhow. This probably also had a lot to do with friends that liked watching horror movies a little too much, and rounds of Bloody Mary and Ouija Boards. I was a total chicken. Still am. When I do business travel? I sleep with the lights on. Yeah. Don't tell my boss.

I've been pretty good about it in recent years. Even though my husband has a wild love for anything scary/gory, I usually steer clear of them. Most horror movies don't scare me anymore, but I do admit some leave me unsettled. And now that we have cable? I realize just how much creepy stuff is on TV. Yesterday we watched Cabin Fever, Dawn of the Dead, and nine million episodes of A Haunting, a cinematic documentary on some travel channel about 'real life hauntings'. After one particular episode that features a ranch style house (!!!), my husband yawns, looks at me and says "Time for bed!"

BED?

NOW?

Needless to say, I had difficulty going to sleep. After years and years of not being wigged out by TV, I was officially wigged out by TV. 31 years old, and I had to make sure the closet door was shut before I went to bed.

My husband, good man that he is, allowed me to hold his hand until I went to sleep.

Isn't this sad?

Furthermore, we are now recording the entire series of Ghost Hunters International, because I don't know when to stop. But dude. 14th century haunted British manor house? I am so there.