Thursday, November 8, 2018

8 november

When you live alone there’s nobody to turn to when you hear creaking in the night. You’re laying lying low, your face catches the light from the window, and your seen-by-nobody-expression shows that you know: there’s someone in the house.

Alone, you realize that the phone is too far away. The bedroom door is open. Nobody could hear you through the window even if you did scream. Nobody wants to interfere. And anyway, it’s not even the first floor. No way out. The light fades.

If you’re not alone, you simply nudge the person next to you. A tap. A shake. A shush. There’s someone in the house. Somehow, through bravery and luck, it works out. Someone else legit knocks on the door and surprises the bad guy. Or the alien. Or the ghost. Or the darling companion turns on the light and picks up a bat. Or a cricket bat. Which is also a bat. The ghost / alien / bad guy disappears. The light fades.

Too many movies? Too many dark nights. There’s a joke there.

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