{my own horror movie: take one}

you know when something happens and all you can think about is that if the situation were a scary movie this is when the psycho would jump out of the closet and kill you? take for example, walking into the house and not turning on the lights. thats always when the girl gets kidnapped or finds a message written in blood on the walls, it just never ends good. but we still walk into the house without turning on the lights or checking behind the door. however, last night topped every 'if i was in a scary movie this would be a really bad place to be' experience i have ever had. let me take you on a little journey through time to see what happened.

last night after my lifeguard class got out i stopped to put gas in the car and then at the grocery store to pick up some stuff i needed for lunches for the coming week. i also grabbed a diet mt dew because its an awfully long drive back to my designated living quarters. i hopped on the freeway (not really, i drove) and was on my way. now if you are familiar with my vehicle you know it isnt as pretty and doesnt go as fast as the other cars on the freeway but it works. just outside of the big city when the speed limit goes back up to 75mph i set my cruise control and was on my way. i was doing a little jamming to the bsb when i put my blinker on to pass the nice man in a speedy looking sports car (seriously, if im passing you you know youre going to slow). i ever so gently manueverd my way into the left lane, and thats when i heard it. the sound of death. or more like a really odd clicky noise that i thought was coming from mr slowpants. about 2.7 seconds later i realized it was actually coming from my poor car. i quickly pulled back into the right lane and got off the freeway at the next available exit. i didnt quite realize what i was doing until the car shut off on its own and i determined that it was indeed very dark outside. i held my composure for a moment or two before looking out the window and finding this:

disclaimer: no there was not a person running towards me (at least not that i saw) but it really was this scary.

very scary looking trees and a lot of bushes and tall grass (the perfect place to hide a murder victim). i called my dad and started to freak a little. or possibly a lot, i'll let you decide. he then proceded to tell me to get out of the car to check the oil. get out of the car? im not sure if he remembered it was 9:30pm, dark outside, and that i was in the middle of nowhere. however i do trust my father so i did as was told and used my keychain light to see. i stuck my hand under the latchy thing but the latchy thing was nowhere to be found. seriously. it was gone. like gone gone. i got back in the car and got all crazy emotional again. we hung up so he could call the relatives that live nearest. as i was sitting there all i could think about was Brigham City... and Karen (think: Watcher in The Woods). i calmed myself together and called my roommate to come save me from the depths of dispair. unfortunetly i couldnt remember what exit i got off. being the good roommate that she is she hoped in the car and came looking for me. in the meantime i had a bawl fest with my mom, singing time withe Meg, and catching up time with my aunt and uncle who came all the way out just to wait with me while a roommate came to haul my butt back home. but the saddest part (next to having just filled her up with gas) was waiving good bye to the poor old car...

but this time good conquered the evil of the dark unknown.

the first half hour was probably the most terrifying 30 minutes of my life. seriously, scary movie worthy. especially the part when i leafs startes blowing around. and then there was the odd scratching sound on the door. but i survived!

...unlike paris hilton in house of wax.