i was a kaleidoscope: Je savais que je vous trouverez au cirque...

I have a fear of being home alone at night. The reasons stemming this apprehension of the coexistance of me, isolation and dark and the studies being performed on said topic have been so far, inconclusive. But whilst I am here, alienated and deserted by my so-called parents at (guess what) a time that is suspiciously dark, as I cannot go to bed I have decided to come up with a list of potential reasonings behind my disquietude at the solitary sombreness I find myself in.

1) I watched too many Supernatural episodes, including the one about Bloody Mary, the one with the creepy humans who grew up in the walls and who eat people's dogs and lick people's hands whilst they are trying to sleep, the one with that ghost in the water (which is why I can't even get ready for bed, possibly- I can't turn on the tap without being drowned and/or swallowed by a mysterious ghostie with unproven motives), among others.

2) I like that this option came before the more logical strange, dirty, unshaven men breaking into my house, my phones losing service, my door without a lock, my inability to climb out my window, their pointy axes, daggers, guns, and other unappealing weapons.
The guns don't have to be pointy, actually.
But if they were, it would probably enhance the effect.

3) I am worried there will be an unfriendly alien in my bathtub.

4) The doorbell might ring and I will open it, expecting a friendly UPS truck or theory student my mother has forgotten about, and there will be an array of strange, dirty, unshaven men breaking into my house, my phones losing service, my door without a lock, my inability to climb out my window, their pointy axes, daggers, guns, and other unappealing weapons.

5) It's late and these sentences don't make any sense, which will probably send me into a state of confusion and I may even seize and have to be rushed to a hospital. EXCEPT THERE WILL BE NOBODY HERE TO CALL 911 AND I WILL BE TOO DEAD FOR EVEN GREGORY HOUSE TO SAVE, EVEN IF IT WAS LUPUS, WHICH IT NEVER IS.

6) Voldemort will try to recruit me (for my proficient skill and magical powers) when I'm here and alone and vulnerable, and I will confuse two of my favourite things in the world in a moment of weakness (Broadway and Harry Potter) and I will reply with "I'm just a girl who cain't say no" and then I will lead the world into a Death-Eater influenced Apocalypse. (Now I am also getting confused with Supernatural.)

Uhm...
Okay so new plan.

Helloooo.