Ok, ladies and gents. I love a good adrenaline rush, and scary movies and nightmares satiate that desire. This post is a different than anything else I’ve written. Just another day in the life of me. 🙂
Jade
My heart is steady as I walk down the stairs. I’ve lived in this house for 22 years, so navigating in the dark is second nature. Unbeknownst to me, I have become desensitized to the darkness, and that is all because of second nature. The childhood monsters that used to lie in wait within it have ceased to exist now.
As I head into the kitchen for my midnight drink, I hear subtle sounds of movement behind me. I immediately turn around, but nothing is heard. “Blame it on the groggy state… because you’re hearing things,” I think to myself. The blood in my veins has gained a bit of speed. Tonight is becoming something unfamiliar, but I shrug it off.
I reach for the fridge and tug it open. The light emitting from within it barely illuminates the kitchen, but is enough to confirm visually what I believe by second nature to be the layout of the kitchen. As I reach for my favorite midnight drink, I see on the right-side of my peripheral vision a human-like figure watching me from the kitchen corner. I let out a high pitch scream. I drop my drink, and scream even more at the top of my lungs. Before I hear the thump of the container hitting the ground, I run to the left, where the opening of the kitchen is to flip the lights on. Once I do, I frantically turn towards the other side of the kitchen listening intensely for movement, but the only thing heard, beside the racing of my beating heart, is the emptying of a gallon of my snack. I’m desperately searching the other corners of the kitchen hoping that something, someone was actually there, but to no avail. My blood is rushing uncomfortably.