I am so scared... )=(

I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SCARED!!!!!!!!!!!

That's right everyone! I AM SCARED OUT OF MY FREAKING MIND!!!!! Today--well, sort of--contained the freakiest five minutes and scratching on the window of my life. You see, my mom and I were staying up late, watching a chick flick. It was a long movie, so by the time it ended it was around 12:35. And at 12:35, I was shivering like nobody's business. Wanna know why? Oh, I'll tell you why...

You see, during the movie, there was a scratching on the window next to the TV. It was dark outside so we couldn't see wahat it was, but my mom said it was like the imp dude from that Twilight Zone episode, you know the one where he's one the plane wing and Bill Shatner's freaking out? What she said was funny, but I was still kinda skeptical, and as the scratching grew louder, I decided to look out of the window despite my slowly growing nervousness. But this was all I saw:

Except for the outdoor lanterns we have along the lawn, all I could see was the blackness of the sky. The overhead light wasn't even on. So I went back to the couch and tried to ignore the scratching. But eventually the scratching got so loud and annoying that I nearly ran into my room and locked the door, I was that scared. So my mom decided to turn on the back yard lights, and...

The freakiest, hugest bug I have ever seen showed up on the window. A bug giant enough to make those really loud scratching noises that a human could make. It was just sitting there scratching at the window. My mom realized at that point that the light coming from inside was probably attracting the bug. So, being the awesomely brave mom that she is, she turned off the outside and inside lights, as well as the TV monitor until the scratching stopped. So there we sat, hugging each other with fear in the dark for a few minutes, listening as the grotesque scratching grew and faded. Finally, the bug's silhouette faded away, and the grating sound stopped. I was so frigging scared, I just didn't want to move.

Obviously the way I drew the bug just wasn't very realistic, but the bug looked roughly like taht, you know with the red eyes and bug brown body, and was actual size, like three or four inches long or something. I'm still really squeemish, and even the slighest prck I feel on my skun or the teeniest, tiniest creak I hear on the window panes or in the ceiling drives me crazy with terror, and I fidget and have a mini seizure. SOmetimes I even squirm so much I fall on my back and twitch around like a dog to get the "bug" I "felt" off.






















Well, at least we don't have locusts and water bugs in California... Still freaky, though.