When we first moved into the house, the Hubby was working nights and I was one scared little wife once the sun set. I swear dark corners creaked in the night.
Even the ice cubes emptying into the tray in the freezer made me jumpy. Sensor lights on the outside of the house turned on as the neighborhood cats walked by… as cars drove by… as other lights set off the sensor… and as dangerous men tried to break in to hurt me. Yikes! With each time the light went off my heart jumped out of my chest. I remember staring out the windows as I hid terrified of seeing someone out there. It’s funny now but I was terrified.
Trying to sleep alone in an unknown house with unknown dangers was no easy task. Sure I had my dog, Scooby, but would he protect me? We’d only had him for about a month and I wasn’t sure he even knew who I was. I was still getting comfortable with him. To make things worse I had nightmares that someone was hurting me and Scooby was frozen with fear.
