Friday night, Surfer Guy and I went to happy hour with some new friends. (At a wine bar! I had never done “wine flights” before. Very cool.) We left Son 2 home alone with the ever-faithful, but now deaf yellow lab. Son 2’s best friend and family lives across the street. We know all our neighbors, well. Before leaving, when it was still light, I turned on several lamps downstairs, so that it would never be dark in the house. Son 2 has actually babysat other people’s kids!
But an hour after sunset, Son 2 called and wanted to know when we’d be home. Surfer Guy reassured him (Surfer Guy didn’t exactly tell me all Son 2 had said until we were in the car heading home) and we continued on with our evening. But I phoned as soon as we left the wine bar and found out that Son 2 was sure there was someone in the house besides him and the deaf dog! But he wasn’t about to investigate (much smarter that those too-stupid-to-live book and movie heroines who head off into scary spaces) and so confined himself to the upstairs until we walked in fifteen minutes later.
Mystery was solved right away, as he’d heard the doorbell ring, but when he looked out from upstairs, no on was there (so he thought they’d come in). In reality it was just a book delivery from Harlequin (a copy of one of my books in French, Une Exquise Vengeance). The Fedex man had rung the bell and then continued on.
We all had a little laugh about it, especially since Son 2 was now brave enough to go down to the kitchen where I made him something to eat. And hey, who hasn’t spooked themselves when they’re home alone? I remember babysitting for the Brights, a wonderful family, but if it was night, I wouldn’t walk into their kitchen from a certain direction because I’d have to pass the door to their basement.
I still quickly change the channel on the remote if I’m home alone and a scary movie is advertised.
Do you have anything you do to stop from scaring yourself? Will you read a scary book at night if you’re home alone (I won’t)?