Breaks come along and everyone leaves…except me. What comes to join me in my old house is scary weather, and with scary weather comes creepy noises. I be irate when these creepy noises get to me.
I don’t like to think of myself as a scared pussy, but when I’m alone I over analyze all the little sounds and get freaked the f out. Ever since I was little, I swear I hear the littlest things. You think that would be a cool superpower or something, but no! The rattling windows make me think some weirdo is trying to break in. The creaking floor boards make me think someone is coming to kill me. And the dripping water makes me think someone is cleaning away their dirt before they attack. I swear the weather gets all weird when everyone leaves Syracuse. The wind is stronger, the rain is heavier and the freaks walk the streets. Or maybe it’s just me being paranoid.
Creepy shit, right?!? I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I think I’ll blame it on my Aunt who scared me when I spent the night at their house once in the “ghetto” of Des Moines. Telling scary stories to your young niece during a storm on the front porch is not a cool thing to do. But anyways, for a lover of horror films I be irate that these noises bug me out. So whatever you do, don’t make creepy noises outside or inside my house when I’m alone.