Confession

So I have something I'd like to admit to the big bad internet, well OK, my small cult of followers. 


I am completely, one hundred percent afraid of the dark. Like 5 year old cowering under the covers because of the boogey man scared. Like I have to sleep with a light on almost every night scared. 


Yup, I'm 24 and terrified of the dark. I loathe having to pee and walk across the 5 steps to my bathroom. There are too many doors and it's dark and it's windy outside. 


I think I'm gonna go ahead and blame my overly active imagination on this one. That and the fact that for a good 5-6ish years of my life I lived in an ancient house that was haunted. No joke.  Full on ghost and spirits. Just ask my brother he'll confirm.


Or maybe it's from when I was a kid and we had this basement with a super long hallway. For some reason my friends and I thought it would be funny for my dad to hide in one of the rooms, turn off all the lights and we would walk slowly down the hallway while my dad made noises and would eventually jump out and scare the bejesus out of us. 


OR. 


Or maybe it's the time when I had the brilliant idea to live in an apartment by myself in college. I was peacefully sleeping one night when all of a sudden I heard a rapping at my bedroom window. I just thought it was the tree that hung kinda low and that it was windy outside. It started getting louder and louder and it was too consistent. So I clapped on the lights (yes, yes let the mockery begin, I own a Clapper) and there outside my window was this hand knocking on my frosted window. I think I screamed. Literally and curled up in a ball in the space between my bedroom and the living room. Fetal style. The next day I called my ex who lived across the street and curled up with him I was so freaked out.


Weirdo? Probably. More like easily spooked. 


The boiler is in a closet in my room so it makes noise now and again. Well it decided to talk last night. I was freaked the hell out. 


Remember that teddy bear? Well if he were living he would have died from the amount of strangulation I was providing. 


In fact I'm kind of scaring myself while writing this...


So, there. I'm an adult who is fully willing to tell you that I'm petrified of creaky houses and the dark. And ghost hands. 


Great. Now I'm gonna have to sleep with the light on and look at pictures of kittens before bed...good gravy.