I've been watching too many episodes of Criminal Minds. I love that show. I can't get enough of it. I even watch the reruns on A&E and Ion Television. And as a suspense author I'm always thinking someone is out to get me. That's what happened the other day.
My car battery died Thursday morning. After the kids got off to school and my husband left for work I called AAA. The nice man pulled into my driveway, jumped the battery with his cables, and told me to let the engine run for twenty minutes. Simple enough!
But I decided to leave the garage door open so I could keep an eye on my car. Just in case someone wanted to steal it of course! (There goes that suspenseful mind again.)Not five minutes later I heard a knock on the door inside my garage. The one that leads to the inside of my house. The one NO ONE ever comes to probably because they don't even know it's there.
My heart slammed against my chest like a jack hammer breaking concrete. Who could be at the door? And that particular door of all things. My hands shook. I didn't know what to do. Do I call 9-1-1? Do I go to the door? Had the AAA man come back to murder me? That was it! The AAA man had returned to kill me. I was sure of it. That's what they do on Criminal Minds.
Who would find my body? Could I fight this intruder off? Thoughts spun around in my head like a tornado. I tip-toed forward. I didn't want to give myself away of course. "Who's there?" I said with trepidation.
The AAA man hadn't come to murder me after all. My imagination had run away with itself yet again. I opened the door to a familiar face inspired to enter my garage because my car was running in the driveway.
So, what does that say about people like me? Are you also thinking someone lurks around every bush ready to pounce before you have the key in the lock? Will I stop watching Criminal Minds? Will you put down that suspense novel for something less scary? I hope not. For without us the world would be filled with blue skies and Palomino ponies. Boring!
Talk to you later...