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If it had not been for two nice people who felt compelled to wander into the old watering hole last night I would not have had a soul to talk to…or would I?

That’s right I had a whopping total of two people in yesterday. They were both nice and I talked with them for a while. As a matter of fact one told me a story that was rather gross which I will share in a moment, but first I’ll tell you what  happened after they left.

The bar was eerily quiet, aside from the low background noise of the televisions, and I was starting to get really creeped out. Then it got really chilly and the hair on the back of my neck started to prickle. I tried to shake it off and focus on the TV until the kitchen guy was done and would come out to join me. I told myself I was being ridiculous and there was absolutely nothing to be afraid of. I’m a grown adult with a child and a husband no less, and here I find myself feeling the way I felt as a kid in my room alone at night. I would pull the covers up over my head and only let my nose poke out to breathe fresh air and then was I safe. I began wishing I was back in my bed with thick blankets and my mother just downstairs ready to rush to my side at a moment’s notice if I was too scared to sleep.

It was at that exact moment I heard noises coming from the next room. Nothing discernible, it just sounded like muffled voices and movement. So I gathered up all the courage I could muster and with the telephone in one hand and a pool stick in the other I peeked through the glass into that room….only to find it empty. OK, I’m letting my imagination get away from me. “You’re being ridiculous.” I whispered to myself. I put the stick back, went out to the bar and sat down again.

I shoved all the scary images from my mind turned up the sound on the TV and focused so hard on whatever was on (I couldn’t tell you what it was now) that I wouldn’t possibly be able to hear anything else, or imagine hearing anything else either. Eventually my friend came out and I was able to leave and that’s all that happened.

 Isn’t it funny how fear makes us feel and behave? That rush of adrenaline, racing pulse, goosebumps, and hair prickling on your neck…some people love that feeling. I could personally do without it, but hey, then I would have nothing to write about today except the story that one guy told me….which involves a stripper and a strategically placed beer bottle that may or may not have contracted a sexual disease. I’m not sure if my story was more interesting, but it was definitely cleaner and after the stiletto girl and the trannies in the ladies room I think I chose the right one.

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