Ah the joys of laughing at yourself

So, I’m sitting at home, watching “the Woman in Black”, with all the lights out, as per usual when I find myself subjecting myself to late-night horror movie marathons (Which is quite often, actually), and it gets to a scene where the main character is waiting for the scary ghost woman to come to him down the hallway. Very dark scene, lit only by cande light, the tension is very high, my house is dead quiet except for the light sounds of my hubby snoring from across the room. I’m on the edge of my seat biting my nails, eyes glued to the screen…. then suddenly the candles start going out on the screen, throwing the hallway little by little into darkness. Steadily, the darkness comes closer.. closer.. until it’s close enough it can almost reach out and grab onto the main character with claw-like fingers. And then? My hubby’s alarm clock starts screaming from down the hall. Yes, I admit it. I almost went through the ceiling. I swear I can hear the alarm clock laughing hysterically at me from down the hall.

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About avsongbird

I'm a housewife, an amateur writer and blogger, and the stepmother of three boys. I have four dogs. I love animals, I love to garden, and I love to crochet. I love movies, music, and books. I love to cook. I'm open-minded and creative and imaginative, and I'm an avid reader. I find inspiration in practically everything, and I love nothing more than to inspire such things in others, if I can.
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