Freaky weekend

For some reason I absolutley LOVE being scared. I dont know why, I just do. This weekend was a lot of fun because I hung out a lot with my roommates. One of the events that took place was quite disturbing. We decided to go on a walk late at night around this river close to our apartments. It was a beautiful night and the weather was nice. As we walked for about a hour all we talked about were scary missionary stories we had heard, ghost stories, anything that would freak us out. The river was like what you see in the movies. Old warped trees, little random shacks, the moon reflecting on the water. It was a so creepy but a lot of fun. I had to keep turning around to see if there was anything following us. My imagination gets carried away sometimes. We started talking about scary movies we had seen, and my roommate Shala and i were both starring off to the side when we heard this noise! We looked forward and all we see is this big black thing flying toward us. We start SCREAMING! We flew to the side of the pathway to get out of the black things way. Wayne was there with his dog who was in front of all of us. The black thing almost it Otis, waynes dog! Right then we realized that the black thing was just a guy on a bicycle dressed in all black. He almost fell over! We scared him! After the guy passed we all laughed and felt really stupid, but were even more freaked out by then. so we decided after that to rent a scary movie, which topped off the night perfectly.

I don't know why i enjoy being scared so much. I can't ever sleep because all i can think about are faces i've seen and horrifying events happening to me. If i ever want to really freak myself out i just remember the Ring. That movie has put a dent in my life. But the one picture I can never get out of my head isn't actually from a movie, or tv show but actually from my own sister. Emily can make me more scared then anything in this world, which is a disturbing thought.

I remember staying at her apartment once and every time I would sleep over, there would be a little suprise waiting for me under my pillow. Usually some sort of lingerie that she didn't want.... that had been given to her for her wedding. But this time was different. I was all cozy in bed ready to fall asleep when my hand felt something under my pillow, and out i pulled the most disturbing picture. Now maybe you don't find this freaky but I for one HATE this picture. haha.

Thank you Emily for almost making my life more interesting....