Da-Dooo-DO… Da-Dooo-DO… Da-Doooo-DO
(if you need assistance reading this blog title, please refer to the freakishly eerie music heard in any and every scary movie in existence especially Freddy movies, OR just call my sister, she’ll be happy to sing it for you.)
Part 3 of TWN’s really takes place on Monday night. Sunday night I slept alone, although not what I’d consider a great or even good night’s sleep it was a full night’s sleep.
Monday. Oh Monday. Monday was the day of the faucet eerily turning on by itself. Monday I’d had a rough work day (I cried, not all that notable as it happens more often than I’d like), I’d had a rough after work day- “Friend’s” on channel 7 was the one where Ross’s son is born. As I watched I bawled fully aware my birthday was soon, I am unmarried, I am childless, I live in apartment (rather than a house), I have little (read essentially none) savings or retirement, I have NOTHING to show for my life and here’s Ross having a KID w/his ex-wife and her lesbian life partner. W. T. F. ? I am pitiful, my life is a waste, Oh woe is me.
Kas helped. A lot. A girlfriend called next, crying. She’d had a crap day at work as well. Great. Turns out all of my friends had a crap day on this Monday.
Nonetheless after the phone call I actually felt pretty good, cleaned up my joint, chilled on the couch, had a grilled cheese (Borden’s chipotle cheese. Mmm.), talked to Chuck. Had a great evening.
Went to bed at 10:30. At 11pm I woke like a shot. After what felt like hours, yet was seconds, I got out of bed and uncharacteristically grabbed my cell phone, I got to the doorway of my bedroom (note every door in my home is open unless it holds something I don’t want the cats getting into), and my cell phone rang. In my hand. At 11pm. On a Monday.
I freakin hit the ceiling! I looked and once my eyes focused (yeah I’d turned the bedroom light on) on the number I recognized it as Cliff’s family in another state. I didn’t get a name so I wasn’t for sure and anyway I wasn’t talking. I hit “end” to send to voicemail and pitifully attempted to catch my breath.
At this point I do believe I called Chuck. I know I went to the front door to confirm it was locked. It was. I got a drink of water. I paced. I got back in the bed. I know that by now I definitely was on the phone with Chuck. We were having thunder storms at this time. We were on the phone I was explaining the dream, I was easily a 1/2 a deck short at this point. I said something like “I know it’s crazy and ridiculous but seriously I’m freaked out! … Are you even listening to m*RING*. HOLY MOTHER OF SHIT GOD AND EVERYTHING OH MY GOD *SCREAM* HOLY *hyperventilating*
“hello????”
And it was Chuck. The call dropped, he called back. I didn’t even know it dropped. If I thought I was spooked earlier I was mother fucking super spooked now.
And crying.
And scared.
And crying.
And terrified to the point of immobility.
I got up and turned on the over the stove light. Checked the door. Got a drink of water. Got back in bed. Cried. This whole time on the phone with Chuck, near hysterical. Chuck made major cheer-up effort. We end the call.
I am terrified. Completely and wholly terrified.
I call him back. Sobbing again, still. He calms me down. We end the call.
15min later I call again. Crying. Chuck immediately says “I’m putting my flip flops on now baby I’ll be there as soon as I can”. He stays on the phone with me until he gets to the car and out of his lot. He calls to tell me the gate is open and he’s not going to call for access. He calls again telling me he’s here, walking up and it’s going to be OK.
He comes in, takes his shoes off, shirt off, grabs pillows off my bed, a blanket from the ottoman, an ashtray and plugs in his phone. He sits down on the couch, tucks the pillow up, and pats it. Saying “OK c’mon baby lay down you’ve got to work in the morning.” And he proceeds to brush my hair back with his hand until I finally fall asleep. (side note Joe Dirt was on, stupidly funny movie I owe my sanity to.)
The Nightmare from Monday:
Same state of sleep – thinking I’m awake, I am not though. I can’t move. I can’t control it.
In the dream I have an unsettling dream. I wake up, I hear voices (kids? teens?) I get up and go to the front door to check the locks. They aren’t locked. As I go to lock them the door opens and at least 3 possibly 6 or 8 hands and arms shoot in through the gap between the door frame and the door. They’re moving quickly swinging and grasping the air. They touch me, grab for me. I am totally freaked, try to shut the door, can’t push hard enough. Can’t shut it. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. I scream.
I startle awake. Was that a dream? Was it real? Oh my God, I have to check the door. I can’t move. What if someone is here. Is someone in here? God what if someone is IN HERE?
I finally am able to get up, I uncharacteristically grab my cell phone…head to the doorway of the bedroom. The phone rings….
