2) Found surprise trap door to under-house crawl space in closet.
3) Opened surprise trap door.
4) Looked through surprise trap door into the crawl space.
5) Realize that I can never un-see said crawl space and acknowledge now all the forthcoming nightmares and horrific daydreams that are the very reason why I can't watch scary movies, not even crappy The Blob or The Crypt Keeper on Nickelodeon for kids or, or, or -- YOUJUSTSHUTTHEHELLUP NOW, INNER IMP!
I was going to take pics of the crawl space, but then realized that doing so would just make things worse, like
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
SUPER-NERDY SCI-FI REFERENCE AHEAD!!!!
ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!
taking a picture of a Weeping Angel which would then cause that image to become real as well, and who the hell needs TWO creepy-scary crawl spaces for one house?!?
Not me.
Ergo, I did the totally sane thing and did not photograph said scary area.
I did, however, find this for your viewing pleasure:
And also to scare the pants off of you. Assuming your pants are Scaredy Brand(TM) pants. Like mine.
Great. Now I'm publicly both a nerd and a 'fraidy cat. Good thing I don't believe in the existence of self-esteem. (But scary sci-fi stone angels of death? Totally.)
Mebbe now's a good time to move on to "5 Things I'm Glad I Did Today," starting with Item #1: Reinstate Liquid Lunch practice.
Heh.
Cheers!//
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