I hear strange noises and then I freak myself out by thinking that someone else is in the building with me.

Last night I was folding towels in the basement when the water softener started, and I managed to convince myself that someone upstairs had turned on the tap to scare me, and be all like "HAHAHA! I'M IN THE BUILDING! DO YOU HEAR THAT WATER RUNNING?? YEAH, THAT'S ME! HAHAHA!"

You know, like psycho maniacs usually do.

Then I started to picture my demise in the small corner of the basement....

Freaky Intruder Man comes running down the stairs and finds me in the laundry room. He's wearing a ski mask! (Because ALL intruders wear ski-masks! Come ON!)I fall to the floor going "NOOOO NOOOOOO!"

and then he kills me and throws the towels I was just folding over my body to hide me.

....I don't know why I shared that twisted, warped and intriguingly entertaining story with you.

Errr...haha...

Back to my point, it's scary being there alone! Not only am I afraid of men in ski-masks, but also UFOs. The clinic is in the middle of a cornfield. Seriously. The backyard is fenced off with cornstalks... and after watching Signs.... well...

....Dammit let's just say I don't like going into the backyard anymore.