One of my favorite genres is murder mystery. I LOVE a good thriller.
When Ryan is gone I read for a while in bed before turning in for the night because I suffer from a little insomnia when he’s not home. So last night I went to bed super early (9:30pm) and curled into my nice warm bed with my current thriller.
I read for over an hour while the wind howled outside and pelted rain (and eventually ice) against my bedroom window.
My window faces the fields and so when it storms the wind sweeps down those fields and beats against my widow. One of the latching mechanisms is broken on that window and so it doesn’t seal against the wind. It seeps through the cracks and makes a nice creepy howling noise. Add to that the fact that this book almost instantly gripped me and sucked me into it.
I was so wonderfully creeped out when I finally turned off the light! Then I realized that I was going to have to fall asleep with all those goosebumps and creepy wind as my ONLY company.
Oh how wrong I was. Did I say only company?
Nope I had Gandalf.
I fell asleep at midnight only to be forcefully awoken at 2am by my very big and very loud dog exploding into Cujo like barking. I sat straight up to see him standing at the end of my bed staring out into the dark hallway with his hackles raised and a horribly frightening growl rumbling from his deep chest. As I sat there panting and trying to decide what to do the motion lights in my backyard blinked on and I heard creaking and rattling over the wind.
I, quite frankly, panicked! Images from my book started rolling through my head…
What did I do?
Did I jump out of bed grab the nearest heavy object and charge with my monster (and admittedly coward) of a dog by my side?
Did I creep stealthily down the stairs to check locks and doors?
Did I look out the window to see what had caused the lights to come on and the noise?
What, then, did I do you may ask? Easy!
I pulled the covers over my head!
I lay in my bed trembling like a little kid afraid of the bogey man with my covers over my head listening with everything in me for another noise and trusting that my dog would make another noise if someone came up the stairs. Somehow in the middle of all of that I fell asleep.
When my alarm woke me this morning I rushed around, so much more brave in the weak light of morning, looking for the cause of the horrible noises in the night… I checked every door and window… I checked the basement… I checked the garage… I checked the gate and my car and I could find nothing! Finally I gave it up and went to get ready for the day only to find the source of the noise!
My backscratcher had fallen off the wall in the shower in the middle of the night. Apparently between the wind and the noise it spooked poor Gandalf and he decided to share his distress!
I guess I’m in very good company after all, seeing as we’re both big babies!
And with my head hung in shame I’ll say Auf Wiedersehen!