Totally Freaked!

I have started watching the new t.v. show Harper's Island. I missed the first week but recorded the second week. I was hoping that I wouldn't be too confused and thought I might give it a try. So, I sat down last night to watch the 2nd episode while the 3rd episode was recording. OH MY WORD!!!!! It was so creepy and scary! I love scary movies, I always have. When I was younger I used to thrive on it, but as I have gotten older it is harder for me because for some reason I really get scared and I can't seem to get the feeling to go away. Plus, I am not sure if I like being scared or not. Kind of a love/hate relationship with the fear. So, back to the story. I was able to catch up on what was going on and I loved the show, so I decided to watch the 3rd episode as well. There were times when I was tense and others when my mouth dropped open and seemed to stay that way for a long period of time. I loved them! Almost an hour after I had watched the 3rd episode I was still kind of spooked but I needed to go out to the car. It is late and very windy. I was slightly trepidacious as I walked out and the further I got the more afraid I became. I started thinking that I wished my neighbors (Adam and Yvette) were home so that if someone tried to kill me they would hear me scream and come running to save me (turns out Adam was home and said that he would have loved the chance to play 'hero', but I didn't know that). The shadows from the trees were bouncing all over the place, the trees were brushing the top of the carports making an eerie, creepy noise and all of a sudden I couldn't take it any more. I quickly turned around to walk back home and the moment I walked in the gate I took of running as if my life depended on it (I truly felt like it did). I rounded the bushes and threw open the door. As I did so I scared my dog to death who immediately started barking. This in turn made me scream slightly and slam the door shut and quickly lock it. I was shaking and felt like I was going to die. You might think that running would have made me feel better. I didn't. I found that it increased my fear by at least one million times. Once in the house I was not feeling any safer so I ran (yes, ran) in to our room jumped onto James wanting some comfort. The problem was that he was sound asleep, it was late and he had to get up really early. He has been helping with bike training all week and is pooped. He was slightly annoyed (probably more than he showed) and completely exasperated that I had woke him up. I didn't get the comfort I wanted. When I talked to him about it this morning he thought I was just scared from being in the house and felt badly for not feeling more sympathetic. It took me about 1 1/2 hours to calm myself down. I should note that while I may seem to be crazy (I would have loved to have seen it from someone else's eyes as I came shooting in to the complex) I don't do this very frequently. I think that the last time I ran from being scared was when I was a little kid running up my grandma's creepy staircase sure that some monster was going to come out of the darkness and grab me. Still, at almost 37 years old, I was totally freaked! It was great!.....I think.