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Case 39

OMG!!

I don't spook easily. I am not normally prone to superstitious ramblings.

Guess I forgot to lock the front door.

I had gone into my bedroom to get my shoes when I thought I heard a knock at the door. So I go to the door and no one is there.

Going back into my bedroom to get my shoes, I hear the front door open and close. I am thinking it is Melanie home for lunch, but it isn't. Grabbing the first thing I see to use as a potential weapon, my heart races as I slowly walk through my house waiting for someone to jump out at me. As room by room I make sure all is clear, my breathing begins to return to normal.

I manage to get the dry goods from the car to my house.

Just as I am ready to sit down and return to watching "Case 39", my phone rings, scaring me back into a state of panic.

It was Melanie saying she was headed home for lunch. I was so excited 'cause then I would have someone else to live out this state of paranoia with me.

Finally, I sat down in my comfy recliner and had restarted the movie when my phone rang again. No number, no name, and as I answered, some garbled noise began to speak and then disconnected. Twilight Zone in my home today.

I am now completely freaked out. I am considering not finishing the movie.

And then the front door opens!!!

The look on my face must have been alarming because Melanie stops dead in her tracks and nervously asks me what is wrong.

I can barely speak, feeling that something was keeping my mouth from opening.

Something fell inside the washroom about that time and we both jump!!!

I begin to retell the story to Melanie telling her about the movie so far. When I tell her I think I should stop watching the movie, she agrees.

The movie is still on pause as I write this, talking to a friend. I am afraid to get off the phone, feeling that the connection through the phone alone is keeping me sane.
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