... at breakneck speed.
Take the other night, for example.
NOT the prime equation for my hyperactive imagination.
It had been a hot day, so I needed to cool down and clean up. Since I was home alone, I went through The Pre-Shower Drill:
Lock and bolt the front door.
Ditto the back door.
Close the windows.
Lock the glass dining room patio sliders.
Lock the bathroom door.
I then proceeded to:
Jump into the tub. Shampoo.
Distinctly hear the front door opening and closing.
Freak out a bit when the dog barks.
Was that the door?
On second thought, I'm SURE it was... maybe someone came home early.
I turn off the shower and listen.
Dog whines and barks again.
Freak out a little bit more. (Okay, okay. A LOT more).
Gory scenes from Psycho and every other slasher movie I have been stupid enough to watch fast-forward through my mind.
Aaaahh! Getoutta my head!!!!
And just like the doomed idiots in those movies, I climb out of the shower, wrap a towel around my dripping, soapy self and exit the bathroom with shampoo lather dribbling down my back.
Leaving a trail of water as I tiptoe down the dark hallway to investigate, I check every door and every window ... whilst unsuccessfully attempting to push the image of a hockey-masked serial killer wielding a butcher knife from my mind.
No one is there.
The doors are still locked.
The windows still closed.
I return to the bathroom to finish rinsing off, only to pause at the door.
What if someone is hiding behind the shower curtain?
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