I Should Know Better

I really, really should know better than to read scary books this late at night. I didn't know this book was going to creep me out so much. It was a really good book, but I am now looking over my shoulder every second and half expecting someone to come rushing through my bedroom door.

I don't even want to open the bathroom door to brush my teeth and take out my contacts.

I don't want to turn out any of my lights.

And I really don't want to close my eyes and try to sleep.


I realize that I am no longer 5 years old. And if I'd read this book during the day, it wouldn't have bothered me at all. Just the fact that it's dark outside and I'm alone and that it's time for bed is enough to scare the wits out of me. I know this about myself. That's why I don't read books like this before bed. Except I forgot tonight. And now I'm paying for my carelessness.

I kind of wish I shared a room with someone right now. Then maybe I'd feel better because I wouldn't be alone.