Fraidy-Cat

Yes, that's me. 

I was tapped for the duties of taking care of plants, grabbing mail, jacking the house when my power was out, etc while the ol' bf's fam bam is away.

For whatever reason, the toilet on the main floor is not working.  Much to my dismay every time I remember I have a bladder and it's not big.  So I rush off down the stairs to the basement.

Every single time I walk back UP the stairs, I get the crap scared out of me.  EVERY SINGLE TIME.  By what?

Yes, those masks.  Every single time I think they're real human beings who have broken into the house to rape and kill me.  I have a rather fanciful imagination - but really man???

Did I forget to mention that when the power was out at both my place and this place, I refused to sleep downstairs in the only bed in the house I'll sleep in because I was afraid of the dark and the boogey men hiding in the closet?

I'll go bow my head in shame now...