Way to go, genius.

[trinityofone]

Yeah, reading a book about Ted Bundy right before bed = best idea ever. Well done. The tidbit about how he broke into his first few victims' homes and killed them in their beds was especially conductive to a good night's sleep.

Enjoy lying awake with the light on all night, you big lame-o.

No love,

You

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[beadattitude.livejournal.com]

Oh you silly. That reminds me of the days when I'd have to get out of bed and slip on a crucifix; a generic get out of spooky things free card, vampire or no.

This might help you feel less silly; a few years ago my husband and I were reading a book on serial profiling by one of the guys that invented it. We were driving up north from Christmas in ATL, and stopped at one of the rest stations on the New Jersey Turnpike. It was huge - like mall huge, ridiculously huge - and the men's and women's rest rooms were on opposite sides of the cavernous room.

It was dark and creepy and the middle of the night and there was hardly anyone there.

We went in, we came out, we didn't see one another and BOTH of us, both of us immediately thought that the other had been captured and hauled away by a serial killer. We fell upon each other,hugging desperately, moments later.

And decided we needed to save finishing that book for a long while later.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Brr, what a creepy story. I've been in reststops like that—they're disturbing, even during the day.

My parents have a story like that: they went to Montreal one year for the anniversary and saw Silence of the Lambs (so romantic!). Then they had to walk home, in the middle of the night, through this unfamiliar city's twisty, gothic streets. My mom, who's usually a very hardy moviegoer, still avoids SotL.

I used to go to bed every night with my fingers forming a cross over my heart. I still settle into that position sometimes just out of habit. *blush*

[beadattitude.livejournal.com]

my fingers forming a cross over my heart.

That's so adorkable, and very uncomfortable-sounding. Also, how are you going to fight off the boogie man/vampire/blood-sucking fiend while you are using your hands as your icon? Multiple layers of defense. I'm not talking about decorating with garlic or anything.....

Look, I'm a preacher's kid, I'm lousy with crosses; wood to gold, baby. Ring to necklace to wall-hanging. I could have my own kiosk. Sometimes preacher-daddies are a little busy and have a rough time picking out prezzies.

So, if you'd like a more ergonomic solution, I could hook ya up. ::wiggles eyebrows::

Lastly, for reasons I will not go into deeply at the moment, I have to sleep with the closet doors closed. (We have three closets in our bedroom) I'm 43. It's a little embarrassing.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm Jewish, so there weren't exactly a lot of crosses lying around. ;-) Though my mom has since become obsessed with Mexican Catholic art, so if I were still living with her, I'd be set. I could wield a cross in one hand and pelt the nasties with Day of the Dead figures with the other.

Poltergeist put me off closets for a while. When we moved into a certain house with a closet like in that movie, I deliberately chose the bedroom without it. And left the bedroom of doom to my little brother. *sheepish*