Recently, my dear husband drug me out to see the newest Paranormal Activity in the theater. I'm not a scary movie fan, and definitely not in a theater. I'd much rather be at home hiding under a blanket and easily be able to leave the room should the movie become too intense. I have been known to suffer an anxiety attack due to such scary movies. I knew better, but wanting to please my husband, I went along. Now just so you know, I survived. As evidenced by this here blog post. But, I was not without a lingering unease.
At work the next morning, I was sitting at my desk alone in the high school office while everyone else was in an early morning assembly. Suddenly our High School Principal's office light switched off. I looked up startled because I knew I was alone. I got up and crept around my desk toward his door. In that moment, the High School counselor's light switched off. She wasn't in the room either. My heart pounding in my chest, I came to realize that I must have brought "something" back with me from that movie. I had become haunted! Staring into the Principal's office, someone came into the main office behind me, and when they did all the lights in the rooms started popping on again.
Apparently, unbeknownst to me, motion detecting lights had been installed the previous evening, and my overactive imagination had gotten the better of me.
And that is why I shouldn't watch scary movies....
