I don’t know why I insist on watching things that freak me out. It’s 2 am in the morning. Alan and the dogs are asleep yet I would be awake watching something that will keep me up until the sun rises, that will have me jumping at every single sound in the house and have me turning to look over my shoulder. Why do things like this scare me so easily? Maybe because I have an open mind. I believe in things that I can’t see because of things I have seen. But no more talk about that. It’s late and I’m the only one awake. Maybe another day.