Sissy- *creepy post*

I am the biggest sissy in the whole world.  I feel like I got about an hour of sleep last night because I kept waking up every half-hour or so thinking I heard a suspicious noise.  It is as though I am six years old!  The house I live in right now is particularly bad for a few reasons.

First of all, we did get broken into while we had evacuated for hurricane Ike, and that feeling of violation lingers. It is not hard to imagine whoever took a gardening tool  out of the garage and then used it to break though my bedroom window, doing it again.

Another bad thing about this house is the lot it sits on. It is a huge yard with lots of bamboo and bushes, good hiding places.  In fact, some neighborhood kids have a 'clubhouse' in the bamboo.  The bamboo, with its secret passages, is the 'fence' separating my yard from at least three other yards!  Yep three, I told you it was big.  I also am bordered on two sides by a road, so all day and night I hear people walking, driving, talking... it never stops.

The last, and silliest, thing about my rental house that makes it hard to sleep is the house itself.  It is kinda creepy sometimes.  It is old, probably 1940's or so, and creaky.  It is really easy to imagine things here, and if I were the type of person inclined to give into such visions, I would probably be convinced the house was haunted.  I do not, and will not cave to these imaginations, but sometimes I get the freakiest visions in my head.  The garage and the bathroom are the places here I would name as haunted, if I were playing along.  I get this creepy feeling in  both places, its like I expect to see dead people in those rooms.  Very strange, I don't normally anticipate finding a body!  

What I imagine is strange because it is always the same.  Someone, a woman, dead in the bathtub- murdered, I think.  (Which is silly anyway because the owners installed a new bathtub right before we moved in!)  And a body hanging from the rafters in the garage.  You should see the garage, you would understand.  It is creepy in and of itself!  Old wooden walls, not actually secure from the outside world, the aforementioned rafters....

I am not a crazy woman, so why do I let myself literally lose sleep over imagined creepy crawlies?  Am I the only one who still wishes she could crawl into the safety of her parents bed some nights?  Metaphorically, of course.