As you all know, as of Friday I'm living in North Carolina. It's quite different and will take some getting used to, but it's pretty and people are friendly. Nothing too strange has happened since being here yet. And then I went outside...
Tonight is the first night I've been alone. My mom, sister, and niece have been over most of the weekend graciously helping me unpack. Tonight I decided for alone time and hanging pictures and more unpacking.
I go outside to read the book that Michelle gave me before leaving and am totally into it when it happens.
Rustle. Rustle. Rustle.
Now, you must understand that my patio faces both the small parking lot outside my building, as well as a lovely greenbelt. I love the greenbelt and can hear the crickets chirping and an occasional frog. Very soothing. So I figure that upon hearing this rustling, it must be a racoon or some other nocturnal creature, so I go back to my reading.
RUSTLE. RUSTLE. RUSTLE.
This is sounding MUCH larger than a raccoon now. Maybe it's a dog, I wonder?
RUSTLE! RUSTLE! RUSTLE!
Okay, this is not a dog. It's got to be a serial killer hiding his next victim. I picture him dragging someone's body in the greenbelt next to my apartment. I stand up so I can yell at the motherfucker to go kill somewhere else. I mean, hell isn't this supposed to be the bible belt?
I'm now leaning over my balcony waiting to throw my book at him and run in and call the cops.
And then he appears. Dark in the night I see my serial killer...carrying a bag of Burger King.
Oh. Okay. I guess serial killers gotta eat too.
