The Noises of Night
I couldn’t decide if I should leave the light on or turn it off. It’s dark down there and sometimes I hear noises. If I leave the light on, I can see that nothing is there. But the noises, if they were hiding behind something, could also see me. If I turn the light off, they could sneak up on me in the dark and I’d never know they were coming…
I hate being alone at night with the kids. I am perfectly fine alone at night by myself. Add a couple little girls and I think I’m the potential star of a poorly rated horror flick. When my husband is home it’s his job to worry about that stuff. When he’s not, it’s mine. I take all my jobs seriously. Maybe a bit too seriously.
I remember the first time it happened. I was eight months pregnant with my first child and watching The X-files. Just as I was getting up to turn on a light I heard a noise. Perhaps it was the fear of impending motherhood. Maybe it was the pile of dirty laundry falling over or dust motes congregating under my bed. I’ll never know. I was too busy peering into the darkness, trying to see if the noise was crawling it’s way down the hallway. My husband came home from playing volleyball a few minutes later. It may as well have been a lifetime because my psyche was forever warped.
Last night I knew the doors were locked – But what if noises can pick locks? I knew the dogs would bark at the slightest danger – But what if they were drugged with tainted meat? I’ve read enough horror novels to know that these things can happen.
I also knew there was only one thing to do. Keep the lights on and stumble adult humor sites all night. This is the ultimate key to safety. I’m certain nothing bad can happen to mom sitting alone in bed looking at pictures of copulating toothbrushes. It’s just not going to happen.
Ah, see–I’m even more of a wimp than you. I’m home alone every night without kids, and I freak myself out all the time. I sleep really soundly, but when I wake up it’s immediately thoughts of the burglar that probably crept in while I was in my coma. Granted, sometimes–such as the other night–the bleeping smoke alarm goes off at midnight; then I feel a just a little bit justified with my crazy horror scenarios.
Ohh no! That would have done me in. If the smoke alarm had gone off I’d have been driving two pajama clad kids, a cat, and two dogs to my brothers house for the night.
Reading this I realized that I don’t get spooked in the night, but I seem to remember being that way. I must be getting comfortable. Isn’t that when they strike?
Yes, that’s when they strike! Complacency always forshadows doom in the novels. Be very careful.
It’s been a while since I’ve been home alone late at night but I do remember not liking it one bit. We only have a small flat but part of it is basement level so it would be easy for a “noise” to get in if it really wanted to… Uhhh ohh better not think of things like that…
(BTW seems the Stumble link isn’t working)
LB
Thanks Lady Banana, I had to put www in front of it. I think it’s working now.
No reason to worry about noises. I liked directly to the toothbrush picture. It’s the noises equivalent to kryptonite. They are powerless.
Oh great, I’ll never look at our toothbrushes the same way again.
You’re welcome, Phil. :)