I got up in the middle of the night last week to let Miso out and I peed in the hall bathroom before going back to bed. I didn't flush the toilet.
When Matt got up in the morning, I told him that I was afraid the sound of the flushing would have woken him up.
But - really - whenever I am up and alone at night, I constantly convince myself that there are legions of zombies populating the blackness of our house and that the blaring flush of the toilet will alert them to my whereabouts and send them right towards me in one brain-hungry stampede.
It's probably better he just thinks I didn't want to wake him up.
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dude i feel that. when i go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, i run past the stairwell right by my room. i feel like monsters are waiting to get me.
I stayed up until 5 AM last night in my parent's house because I was afraid of serial killers. I think that makes me the most pussy of us three.
dude no way. serial killers are real. and they are way scarier than ghosts. WAY scarier.
Sometimes forget that there are probably zombies waiting to zombify me and I have to remind myself to be scared.
Yeah, I have to say you're the least crazy because serial killers actually exist. But you should still eat a dick.
Dude, I'm too full off of dicks to eat another.
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