Sleeping with knives...

Yes, you read that title correctly. I may or may not have slept with a butcher knife under my pillow... twice. Before you think I'm completely crazy, let me give you a little insight as to why.

The first time happened in 2004 when my bestest friend (Chelsea) and I were watching my grandma's house and dog while she was out of town. We had a boy over who didn't leave until after dark spent the evening being perfect angels until we heard a tap on the window and the dog start to go crazy. We assumed it was said guy playing a prank on us but when I called him to see where he was and he was out with people who you could hear in the background. So if it's not him playing a prank and no one else is around, who the heck is it?!? What are we to do? Grab two butcher knives, of course! So Chelsea takes the bedrooms while I take the basement. We found nothing. Since we were still convinced someone was in the house though, we slept with the butcher knives under our pillows. Safe, right?

Best part of the story: We were standing in a doorway facing each other and I screamed and pointed behind her (as a joke) and she screamed and started stabbing the air. If only there was a video!

The second time happened this past summer. I was house sitting (common theme here) about an hour away from home for a family friend. Not only was I homesick but scared in general at night because I didn't know anyone in the area and there were a TON of windows in their house. It was my first night around 9:15 when someone rang the door bell. So I look out the window and see two ladies - one middle aged and the other older - standing on the porch. I open the door and the conversation went like this...

Lady: "Hi, is your mom home?"
Me: "Um, nooo"
Lady: "Well is your dad home then?"
Me: "Neither are home right now."
I didn't want to tell them I was just a friend staying for the week.
Lady: "Are they going to be home tonight?"
Me: (not wanting to lie in case they are friends) "Actually they are gone for the week."
Lady: "We live over there. *points to house* Can you tell them we stopped by?"
Me: "Sure..."
Lady: "We brought some apple pie, would you like it?"
Me: "No I'm not taking your poisoned pie!" Just kidding! But I did politely say no thanks.

I then text my friend to see if it was normal for people to stop by with apple pie after 9 at night. She said it wasn't normal and she didn't recognize the name but the people up there are really nice so I shouldn't have to worry. Nice or not, it creeped me out! I ended up staying awake (mainly crying in fear) all night with a knife under my pillow and a draft text to Beau that said 'help' so I could easily send it while running from the crazy killer(s). Isn't that an awesome way to start off a week of house sitting?! Oh, and the next morning I looked across the street to where they pointed and the house is completely empty with a 'for sale' sign in the window. But I'm still alive and here to tell you!


Now I know why Beau said I'm not allowed to buy a handgun for under the bed... He probably thinks I'll overreact because I sometimes tend to. I like to be cautious when it comes to my safety though!

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