Scaring Myself Silly

Sometimes my brain does some really strange things to me.  I don't know where the thoughts come from, but they well up and I can't stop them.  Mark is out of town, it's not a big deal now that Annabelle's feeling better.  So last night I'm getting ready for bed, making sure doors are locked, windows shut- that sort of thing. 

As I'm checking to make sure the sliding glass door is locked, I start imagining that there is someone out there.  Watching me.  He knows I'm alone.  He knows I don't have anything but our bat, Big Red, under the bed.  After I get started with those thoughts, I'm frantic.  Throwing all of the curtains closed, running up the stairs, slamming bedroom doors.  I hopped onto the bed, threw the covers over my head and prayed to just go to sleep and to stop thinking about it.  When I told Mark about it when he called, he just laughed at me.  I told him that I hope he gets bitten by a bedbug and to shut up!

I know that I can easily get myself worked up over nothing.  I have an overactive imagination, I always have.  This is the not the first time I've managed to scare myself and ended up getting laughed at by my husband.  I hope it's the last time though.  My heart can't handle it!