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I had just returned home from watching a movie with one of my girl friends. It was a psychological thriller and had me pretty freaked out. Honestly, it had me so antsy that I double checked to make sure our security guard was on duty that night.
Once inside my apartment, I checked all of the rooms on the way to my bedroom to make sure there were no crazed serial killers waiting in the shadows. Once in me bedroom, I felt safer as I had my two fierce and vicious attack kitties with me. I turned on the television to some fluff program to get my mind off of the movie and relax.
The three of us were lying on the bed passing the time until my boyfriend came home when one of the cats perked up and looked at the doorway. He was staring at the door like he was waiting for someone to walk by.
Did I mention that I had just watched a freaky psychological thriller? K, so I immediately turn down the volume on the tv and start thinking of what sort of weapons I have handy. Meanwhile, the cat is still staring intently at the door and even sneaking a little closer to the end of the bed.
I heard a faint noise and I finally decide that I will jet into the closet if something tries to come into the room. The closet is a perfect choice because it has two doors so I would be able to escape (unless he kills me) and there are all sorts of dangerous goodies in there like hangers, belts, purses and shoes.
I hear another faint noise and am on the edge of the bed ready to run for it when I hear someone coming down the hall. I’m now in my sprinters stance on the edge of the bed with my heart beating so loud I can barely hear his footsteps when he finally makes his way to my door. I glance toward the door to see who I am about to beat the hell out of and look straight into the eyes of our very nice and totally non serial killer roommate Joe.
He, having no clue that he just took 10 years off of my life, says “hi” and goes on to his bedroom. I manage to mumble “hey Joe” and ease back onto the bed feeling guilty for almost attacking my poor, innocent roommate.
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