Wednesday, October 31
A couple of nights ago I watched a documentary on aliens and UFOs. We were going to watch a film, but the programme looked interesting so we settled down to watch. Within five minutes Carlo was fast asleep on the sofa and I watched, alone, as a clip of a home video was shown...
A guy walked down a well lit alleyway. It was evening. As he passed by a lamp post a long long arm reached out from behind the lamp post and touched him on the shoulder. The man turned his head and jumped in shock as a tall skinny alien stepped out from behind the post. The man turned and ran screaming, back to his friend with the video camera. The guy with the camera zoomed into the lamp post....nothing.....and then, slowly and cautiously the aliens head peeked around the post and hid again. The men screamed.
I took a gulp of wine and thought, "ooh, that was a bit freaky. I hope I don't get scared later!"
That night I awoke to go to the bathroom. As I wandered sleepily past the kitchen I imagined a cold thin arm slowly reaching out to touch me. I shivered and ran to the bathroom, shutting my eyes while in there, so as not to see any aliens that might dash past the door. I ran back to the bedroom, landing with an unelegant thump on the bed which woke Carlo.
"Wassamatter?" He asked, turning towards me.
"I got scared," I replied.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you," he wrapped his arms around me and fell back to sleep.
I lay there, safe in his arms, hidden under the duvet, and must have fallen asleep. I dreamed that the alien from the documentary was standing over my bed, by my bedside table. It watched me for a while and them slowly stretched out its long arm towards me. Its long translucent fingers closed over my throat and tightened...
I awoke, gasping for breath, panting and sweating with fear. I was too scared to open my eyes, in case the alien really was there, waiting at the side of the bed. Every little noise sent a shockwave of fear through me and I buried deeper under the duvet. I lay awake for the rest of the night, trying to reason with myself, but only relaxed when I heard the birds starting to sing and the rubbish truck arrive. As daylight arrived I finally felt safe and drifted asleep for a couple of hours. In the morning I took Skye to school and then returned home, forcing myself to stay there alone, banish the heebie jeebies and forget about that long long arm slowly reaching out...
Is it just me, or does anyone else ever get completely freaked out by something that you've seen on TV?
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