Not-so Paranormal activity.

I can't handle scary movies.
                           Like, seriously, I'm that girl that will jump 6 feet off her seat and scream like a little kid whenever anything semi-interesting happens on-screen. Example: Woman in Black. That movie wasn't even that scary but I was sleeping with the lights on for a week, unwilling to even walk across the hallway to the bathroom in the middle of the night because obviously the scary black-eyed woman was waiting there for me.
                            Not gonna fool me this time, black-eyed, screamy woman! Nya-nya!!

On the other hand, I am also that girl that can't seem to change the channel when there's something ghost related on tv, and I can't refuse an article about anything paranormal.

I have problems, I know. (Please don't use this as an excuse to send me scary things... I like sleep)

So, the other day I was scrolling through the humor section on Pinterest and I saw this post that obviously didn't belong there.
It had something to do with this true story news article from the 70's about how this mannequin-like woman with the fluidity of a regular woman but with absolutely no expression, and eyes that were too huge and other creepy things like the fact that she smiled and her teeth weren't human teeth.  I can't remember all of it. I went back to find the post. -http://9gag.com/gag/6407583-  here's just the basic story. You don't have to read it. You can just take my word that it was creepy.

I don't know why I make the choices to read these things! I only read them during the daytime! I think this is my mind being all like "Dude, it's totally fine to check this out. It's way more interesting than literally anything else you could check out."  I think I might start ignoring that part of my mind and just pick up a nice fairy tale when I hear it nagging... Way less disturbing.

So, the other night, after I read the article, the sun went down (as it usually does) and I found myself facing the darkness in my closed, bright, double-locked room.  That night was also the night I faced the consequences of trying to drink more water. By the repercussions of my decision, you would have thought I drank continuously through a hose the entire day.

                                    This was the routine I exposed myself to after everyone had gone to bed:

*Unlock door*  *run to turn on hall light*  Run to bathroom and turn all possible lights there* *Do business* *Quickly shut off all lights and sprint back to my room* *Relock the door*

                                           EVERY. FIFTEEN. MINUTES.

           The best part? This happened from 10:30pm to 3:00 in the morning!!!!!

You are dead wrong if you think that Jesus doesn't have a sense of humor.

You guys think I'm kidding about this, but I am so not!  I was so terrified every time I ran out into the hallway. In the time I was not in the middle of the horror of experiencing the obviously haunted area of my house that was ALL AREAS but the well-lit, and somehow impenetrable safe house, that was my room, I was laughing at the ridiculousness of my situation.

 Why do these things happen to me?  Oh yeah, because I bring them upon myself.

The saddest part is: I don't even believe in ghosts! I know that they aren't real, but the overactive, mental chaos ensuer that is my mind, still makes me freak the heck out! Isn't that stupid?

Hopefully one of these days I will start making wise choices and just stop watching and reading scary things altogether.... Oh well.