Oh Creepies Creepies

There are movies that have scared the beegeesus out of me. The Exorcist, Paranormal Activity and the first Children of the Corn come to mind. With the first two it's the evil entities I can't fathom and really creep me out. I still won't dangle my foot from the bed. And with the cheesy Children of the Corn I think it was the possibility that evil could lurk among the rows of corn.

And I could say I'm afraid of the dark. But it's what's in the dark that gives me the heebie jeebies. Sometimes I can handle the dark fine but there are times where it just "feels" different. That feeling of being watched but not being able to find the source. Like driving home from town at night and making the mistake of looking in the rearview mirror and all I see is blackness. Do you know how hard it is knowing that that blackness is looming behind you?

Then there's the moments where everything is fine and I can feel a change. I can be watching tv late at night and feel something has changed.  And I used to hate that as my eyes darted back and forth trying to find the source. But now I keep watching tv and say out loud "you've got no business here, move on" followed by "angels please escort whatever it is outta here". And it works. Things go back to normal.

But then there's those moments in daylight that I can't explain. Like when I was walking with my son through the woods when he was around three. We were alone and he was in front of me. We were having a good time but just as I sensed something different he stopped and I walked into him. He grabbed my hand and said we had to leave. I told him we should keep going. He was insistent and near tears as he said we had to go NOW. There were no sounds-meaning the birds had stopped chirping. I looked around and felt that "watching" feeling again so I picked him up and made a quick retreat. It could have been a 'perv'.

And I think the creepiest moments so far have been riding the motorcycle through Arizona into California. We rode the last mile in the dark. As usual I took up the rear and could feel the darkness looming behind. I tried my hardest not to look in the mirrors and instead watched the headlight catch like emeralds in the coyotes' eyes as they darted across the road.

During the day we rode through sunny terrain that felt horrible. I could feel the hair standing on my arms as I felt, really truly felt, as if a thousand eyes watched us pass. It was only three of us on that forsaken patch. And I couldn't understand these weird feelings. But I couldn't be a chicken biker so I stopped and pulled to the side of the road. My fellow riders didn't realize I had stopped so I was left alone. I thought to myself that there was no way I was going to let my fear get the best of me. It was dirt, sand and rocks. That's all.

So I took the camera out of my pocket and took some pictures. And it just felt like I was surrounded. And that whatever it was was getting closer. But no way was I giving in. Then my bike slipped sideways and we both started to fall. I did what I'm not supposed to do and stuck my leg out to catch us both. I would rather risk a broken leg then be layed out here. No way. I caught it before we hit the ground, turned it on and took off. With one last look in the mirror I realized there was more there than I was ready to handle.

So why are these 'better-suited-for-Halloween' things on my mind? Because this city kid just discovered corn growing in the field next door. And I have no clue what's beginning to lurke in the rows.

Teee,heee (nervous giggle)


Perhaps this is a good time to become a hermit.


And board up the windows.