But if I WAS abducted, you guys better act all sad!

Geoff left for sailing class last night and I was alone.

All by myselffffff.

It was sad.

Okay, so Sawyer and Charlotte were here but once bedtime hits, they are no fun.

I'm not a fan of being in this house alone. I feel like mountain lions and bears can make their way in and attack me.

To ease my mind, I turned on some instant Netflix.

NEVER WATCH A GHOST SHOW WHEN BY YOURSELF.

I totally loves ghost stories. They make me happy and freaked at the same time and it's a fun little place to be in: happily freaked. Not last night though.

After watching some ghost stuff, I was sure a dead mountain lion was haunting me. Okay, maybe just dead people but that doesn't sound any better does it?

And just when you think I'm nuts, GUESS WHAT HAPPENS?!?!

The pantry door opens on its own. NO FREAKIN' JOKE. It opened and creaked just like a scary movie.

So I was like, I OPENED A PORTAL BECAUSE I WATCHED A GHOST SHOW!

And to totally be a hypocrite, I've always said I wanted a ghost so I can be all,"Yo, ghost, seriously, what do you have to do today? Get some of those dishes done and maybe some laundry. I AM PAYING YOUR RENT!"

See, how perfect would that be?

But when the pantry door opened, I was like , "AHHHH! Ghost!!!!"

I then go on facebook to chat with anyone that was on and would talk to me so I could ignore the ghost and of course no one really wants to indulge me in an hour long conversation about NOTHING. I called it quits,closed the computer and got into bed.

I saw some crazy weird lights in the sky and KNEW it was UFOs out to get me. I don't even BELIEVE in them and of course they are flying outside my window on a night when Geoff isn't home.

I was totally going to be abducted by scaly alien creatures with fast flying, weird-lighted UFOs. Of course it happens this night. A BY MYSELF night. Ugh. Sooo not convenient aliens!

I turned on the lights because I figure they only attack people when the light is off and peeked out the window to get a closer look.

It was an airplane, you know with like passengers and not aliens.

I try to fall asleep but worried about Geoff driving home at night in the super dark and being safe and all that. It's like 10:30pm, he should be on his way home and there it is.

The call.

From someone I don't know with my area code calling LATE at night.

A pit formed in my stomach.

No one calls me this late, especially someone I don't know.

"Hello"
"Hi, is this-

I start freaking out. Is this? IS THIS?!?! If they ask for me and it's a stranger, I'm going to freak. It's going to be a hospital, Geoff got hurt, our other car is in the shop right now, I have no way to get to him. I start thinking about friends I can call to come get us and take us to see Geoff.

She continues,

"24 Hour Fitness?"

Of all the people you can call this late at night and dial wrong.

I now love-hate 24 Hour Fitness. Love them for not being the hospital, hate them for making me worry so much.

Geoff got home not too much later.

I was safe. Geoff was safe. The ghost didn't make another appearance and I wasn't abducted.

I think I need to be medicated.