Jen over at Buried with Children inspired this post...actually reminded me of this and I thought, it's a good story; why not share?....
I am a night owl; most nights I am up by myself for a few hours before I finally call it a night. Before I discovered blogging, I was a t.v.-aholic. Not just any t.v., but bad t.v. Oh and I loved t.v. around Halloween because they had all these freaky stories on...I was watching one such story about this doctor in Key West, Florida in the 1920s. He worked in a tuberculosis ward and fell in love with one of his patients. Unfortunately, the patient succumbed to the disease and passed away. The doctor couldn't get over his undying love for this woman so he exhumed the body and made it his wife...in.the.biblical.sense... (don't believe me, click here)
Now the freak that I am had heard this story before and I knew there were going to be pictures involved...that's just the icing on the cake...so even though I had seen the pictures, I was getting anxious with anticipation at seeing it again. So I'm nervously awaiting the pictures while sitting on my couch near my front window (it's about 12:30 am) when I hear a car door shut. I think to myself, that sounded awfully close, but didn't think anything of it. Then all of a sudden the screen door opens and I freeze...surely, I am freaking myself out by watching scary television, but then the front door opens and this man walks into my house!!!
Now, have you ever had a dream when you are attacked or something jumps out at you and you scream and nothing comes out?! Well, it's a recurring nightmare of mine that if something ever happened, I would lose my voice and would be unable to call for help. Let me tell you, I no longer have to worry about that...I jumped up from the couch, got in a semi-crouched position, fists clenched and shaking; I screamed at the top of my lungs, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed so loud my throat hurt! Well the guy (who never got past the front door) looked at me weird and just backed out of my house and left. I then proceed to scream for my husband, "BILL, BILL, THERE IS SOMEONE IN THE HOUSE!!" Well Mr. Policeman comes running out of the bedroom in his birthday suit carrying his gun...he is still half asleep and completely freaked out. He asked me what happened and I hysterically tell him someone just walked into the door, etc. etc. So my husband in the buff with his gun cocked (I couldn't resist) goes to run out in my front yard...I slam the door shut and tell him he's not running outside naked!! (Okay, so my priorities are a little off at this point) so he runs back in the bedroom puts on pants and then runs out (much better). Needless to say, there is no sign of the guy...we called the cops and they couldn't find any signs of the guy...so my husband tells me I need to go to sleep as it's 2 am now...sleep?! whaat?! My husband offers to stand guard so that I can sleep, but I opted for him to come to bed with me so that if the guy returned, he'd be right there.
As I was sharing this story over the next few days, I got a lot of "So who do you think it was?", "Have you asked any of your neighbors if they've seen anything", etc. Well, in our old neighborhood, we really didn't know anyone, but then it clicked...the newish neighbor across the street kinda looked like our perp (Bill hates it when I speak cop-ese)...So the story in my mind that helped me sleep better...was that new Mr. Neighbor comes home drunk late at night, confuses the houses walks into my house and is confronted by crazy screaming lady (moi!). Talk about a sobering moment!!