I'm not crazy. You're crazy. I'm not crazy. You're crazy.

Speaking of fear...

I love sci-fi. Marrying Carey has made me love it even more.   We've just started watching Star Trek Enterprise on Netflix.  It's good.    The end.

Anyway, around this time last year we got obsessed with watching Dr. Who on Netflix.    There were some nights we'd watch from the time Carey got off work to 2 or 3 in the morning.  It's strange to think that I loved it so much at the time because most of the episodes are about really creepy, kinda scary stuff. I scare easily, have I mentioned? Anyway, there's this one episode of Dr. Who about these aliens that take the form of these Angel Statues. They call them the Weeping Angels.   Doesn't sound that creepy, right?  WRONG.    Here's the deal.   They first appear in the episode like these pretty angel statues you see but they have their hands covering their faces.   Come to find out they turn to stone when anybody is looking at them because you can't kill something that's stone.  And they cover their faces because they don't want to see each other and turn to stone looking at one another.   Anyway, when you're not looking they come alive and if they can get to you and touch you before you see them, you get sent to another place in time.   So they don't really kill you.  So that's not the creepy part.  

In this episode the main characters have something that they want really badly.    So they start "attacking" these people.    They're in a house and the people have to try to not even blink because blinking allows them to move one step closer to them.   In one scene the guy looks away for one second and the next he's looking back at the angel that is right in his face.  But this guy doesn't look like an angel anymore.  He's all angry and his teeth are showing and they're all pointy and stuff.   At one point these alien angels make the lights flicker and you see them getting a little closer and closer each time it's flickers.

IT'S FLIPPING SCARY, friends.

The thing that really gives me the willies about it is the idea that something is moving and watching you but when you turn to find it, it's not there.   And I'm already not a fan of the dark.

I'm a 26 year old, with a baby, who walks around at night scaring herself thinking about those stupid angels.

So, I turn on You've Got Mail and go to sleep with all the lights on.

Don't you judge me.  Don't you dare judge me.