Recently, I thought the Boogie Man was after me.
I was sitting alone at night in my quiet little farmhouse minding my own
business. I was typing away on the computer, just working on a couple of
articles. COPS was flickering on the
television in the background.
Suddenly, I heard a crash out on my back porch.
The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up followed by a rush of fear through my bones. I kept working trying to convince myself that it was nothing. My mind was probably playing tricks on me. Then I heard a car door shut gently. I stood and shut off the light. I walked through my house peering out windows.
Of course, the cell phone was nowhere to be found in the dark. I grabbed something heavy to swing in case I was going to have to defend myself. I thought I heard someone pushing against the front door. I held my breath as I slipped into the darkness of my kitchen.
In a panic, I managed the courage to feel my way through the house to find my cell phone. I knew whomever might be out there would surely have me before help arrived. I cursed the dial-up connection to the computer tying up my phone line. Why hadn't I just shut it down before I turned off the light?
CW
