You Hear a Door Slam, And Realise there's Nowhere

Last night, at tea-time I watched short-scary movies.

My beloved found me, curled in the corner of the couch, peering at the TV through cracks in my fingers.

He sat down and watched the first one too - no reaction. My hands never moved from my face!

Daughter came down, she watched the next few too, eye's wide open, asking for a rewind if she had been looking away at a particularly gory bit.

This morning, I caught the best train. The early train. However, an evening of scary films left me wondering if sitting on my own was a good idea.

I could hear a noise behind me...... It sounded like someone coming to get me.

It stopped.

It started again.

It stoppe.

It started again.

Oh My God.

He was preparing to pounce.

Then the Guard walked past collecting the disgarded Metros and Coffee Cups.

And I breathed a sigh of relief.