Journal # 24

Home alone, I was sitting on the couch just minding my own business. The Notebook was on so of course that's how I was spending my night. Every time I'm home alone I seem to get paranoid at some time or another that there is somebody in my house, breaking in, or trying to kill me. But, I was so into this movie I couldn't have a worry in the world. I wasn't thinking about all those fears that I usually get while I am home alone until I heard the noise. My house has mine subsidence so it does tend to make a lot of creaking noises and it sounds pretty eerie. But this time the noises seems different. There is no way it was my house making these noises. It sounded sort of like huge, glass beads dropping down and rolling onto the floor. As soon as I heard the noise my stomach dropped and I frozed. I sat there on the couch and did not move a muscle. If someone was in my house I didn't want them to hear me or see me. I didn't want them to know I was home alone, so I just sat there. Different scenerios went through my head but I knew none of them would play out. I'm just too weak to stand up for myself and the guys the break into houses are usually pretty buff, right? Yeah, so there was no way I'd be able to beat them in a fight and save my life. I had my mind set that something horrible was going to happen and my life would turn out to be like the horror movies I always watch. So there I sat just waiting for something to happen or for me to think of an amazing idea but nothing came to mind. Everything was completely still and nothing at all happened. I heard no more noises and saw nobody.