So yesterday at 2 AM, my parents woke me up and told me that the sliding glass doors that lead to our terrace were left wide open. No one can seem to remember leaving them that way, which left us wondering if some stranger forced them open or if they were left that way all along and no one noticed and bothered to close them. We did a quick check to make sure nothing was missing or misplaced and then they had to catch a flight at 4 AM to Cagayan de Oro… so they left me all by my lonesome in the house for the weekend.
Which is why I have barricaded myself in my room for the second night in a row with enough food, water, internet and books (enough for both distraction and protection. I have a few hardcover books that can pack a punch) to last me until the morning. We do have a security guard that is roaming the area but the property stretches pretty far back and it’s not like he can be in two places at the same time so I’m taking the extra precaution. And that other extra precaution that involved me searching the house with the dog, making sure no one hid in any corners or underneath any beds. I’d like to thank my TV shows for sharpening my
paranoia vigilance. Also my friends have been very kind with keeping me company and calming me down when I needed it, especially since this is probably just my imagination running loose. Normally I’m pretty good about being left alone like this, though right now I can’t wait for my parents to finally come home so I don’t feel so jumpy about being alone in the house.
Really at the end of it all: American Horror Story, I blame you for all of this.