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What is it about thunderstorms at night that is so frightening?Most of the east coast has been plagued by severe thunderstorms lately. Last night was no exception. I went to Lowe's to purchase a dehumidifier last night and, on the way home, watched quite a spectacular lightening show spread across the sky from one side to the other. I'm guessing the city was getting hit pretty hard at that point. It was one of the coolest displays I've seen in quite some time.
Once I got home, I decided to tackle the laundry since we have a pretty full weekend. Whilst in the basement, the lightening and thunder started overhead again. I'll admit, I was a little scared. It was like I'd been transported back to my childhood. Bear in mind that storms do not frighten me, I think they are way cool to watch. In the basement, however, they are completely different.
Maybe it was because I don't yet have emergency lights plugged in down there or in the family room. If the power went out, I'm pretty much fumbling in the dark to get back to some lights. While that sounds like a perfectly reasonable excuse, it doesn't explain why my fears were only somewhat alleviated when I was down there later and remembered to take a flashlight....switched on....balanced precariously on top of the dryer. I actually felt like there were eyes watching me. This is the same basement I've done laundry in before...at night.
Have we been preconditioned by scary movies to instinctively know that a basement, in the dark, with a thunderstorm raging outside will make all the monsters come alive or cause serial killers donning masks to suddenly appear? Is it because I found a beetle down there the other day that was almost the size of a small dog? Or could it be that I found a dead garden snake in the window well a couple months ago? Who knows how many others are out there, waiting to slither down the walls?
I couldn't get out of the basement quick enough; especially the first trip down there without the flashlight and the storm intensifying with each passing second. Why, I kept asking myself, must I hang so many things to dry? It took SO long.
I'm seriously considering going down there during the next storm and making myself stand there in the dark, my skin crawling, the mysterious eyes on me, facing my fears.
OR....I could just not do laundry again while a storm is bouncing from rooftop to rooftop.
posted by Cherry Indigo (Cindy) @ 7/28/2006 07:35:00 PM
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