Spooked

It's 4:45. My face looks like death, so I venture outside to the car to get my cake-up (aka make up) bag. It is dark, severely foggy, and I can only see the slight glimmer of light from the moon. It is quiet... semi-erie. I walk to the car, making consistent 360 scans to make sure that some rabid, Fringe-type creature does not run at me. I did good. I got the car, got the bag, locked the car, and proceeded back to the DAC.

"Boom-pop-swish" ... some unforeseen noise is heard in the unlighted area about 20 feet from the door. Adreneline kicked in, and I almost took off like track/field star Marion Jones fighting for the gold medal. But I did not, thinking "Jaclyn, you're a big girl." I calmly came back in and ran to lock all three doors... just in case there was a crazed creature in the brush waiting to end my life.

It did not help that the security guy was in the office earlier, telling me his former New Orleans cop stories. Stories about guns and shooting and weird deaths and people getting kids hooked on drugs then exploiting them on the streets... those types of things were being pumped in my ear. (The guy told me that he was bored, and he must have been. He only talked for 15-20 minutes!) He told me about the weirdest death he had seen. 

"We found this body on the streets. It was the weirdest thing. All of the blood was drained from its body. And the only puncture wounds found.... were on the victim's wrist. (knowing he was thinking vampire) We went into the coroners when we dropped off the body. ...never heard what happened."

I just was like, "Hmm. Strange stuff." I would not put it past anybody to do such things to make people believe crazy stuff, but Matt informed me that the security talks a lot of gibberish. Anyway, now I'm alone in the office with two stupid printers that randomly fire up and make me think that the door is opening. (sigh) One more hour and counting....