I have to share an incident I had last night with all of you, it seems this book keeps tying in with my very own life somehow. I was sitting here in my living room all snuggled in my favorite fuzzy blanket with my dog Sammy sleeping at my feet on the couch. My hubby had left to go to coach our granddaughter's volleyball team. I was reading the chapter Panic, and engrossed in this particular part:
]Having braved the dangers of Darkness Lane, and thus having a little stock of reputation for courage to fall back upon; and also, I daresay, desirous of proving ourselves superior to men (VIDELICET Mr Hoggins) in the article of candour, we began to relate our individual fears, and the private precautions we each of us took. I owned that my pet apprehension was eyes - eyes looking at me, and watching me, glittering out from some dull, flat, wooden surface; and that if I dared to go up to my looking-glass when I was panic-stricken, I should certainly turn it round, with its back towards me, for fear of seeing eyes behind me looking out of the darkness. I saw Miss Matty nerving herself up for a confession; and at last out it came. She owned that, ever since she had been a girl, she had dreaded being caught by her last leg, just as she was getting into bed, by some one concealed under it. She said, when she was younger and more active, she used to take a flying leap from a distance, and so bring both her legs up safely into bed at once; but that this had always annoyed Deborah, who piqued herself upon getting into bed gracefully, and she had given it up in consequence. But now the old terror would often come over her, especially since Miss Pole's house had been attacked (we had got quite to believe in the fact of the attack having taken place), and yet it was very unpleasant to think of looking under a bed, and seeing a man concealed, with a great, fierce face staring out at you; so she had bethought herself of something - perhaps I had noticed that she had told Martha to buy her a penny ball, such as children play with - and now she rolled this ball under the bed every night: if it came out on the other side, well and good; if not she always took care to have her hand on the bell-rope, and meant to call out John and Harry, just as if she expected men-servants to answer her ring.
All of a sudden a very hard loud knock came at my front door.... I jumped off the couch and getting my bearings about me tried to think who it could be at this hour of the night. My dog immediately started barking. I hesitated to open my inside door knowing the screen door would not be locked because my hubby had left out of it and I did not follow him to lock it as I usually do. I waited a few seconds trying to decide if I should answer it. I thought how silly I am being it's just this book that has me rattled. I cracked the door and saw it was my neighbor across the street. He said, "I noticed Kathy (our neighbor lady who is single) garage door is up and she has been gone for awhile now and I was worried about someone breaking into her house. I know Joe (my hubby) has her combination to the garage since he does her lawn for her and maybe he could go close the garage door. I replied, "Joe will be home in a few minutes I will tell him and I will call Kathy to let her know the garage door is open." I called Kathy and immediately she was frightened that someone could be in her house and she was leaving to come home. I told her when she gets home to let me know and I will have Joe go in her house first to make sure no one has broken in. All ended well, no break ins, the garage door has been acting up and she needs to get it fixed. Phew..... after I found out all was okay I laughed and told my hubby about reading the scary part of the book then this happening really got me all spooked out.
I grew up in a small town and we always left our doors unlocked during the day. My step father had a gun collection in his bedroom and one night we were frightened in the middle of the night and I remember him taking down one of his shotguns, loading it and sitting in the living room waiting to see if anyone tried to enter our house. He was a hunter and nothing scared him, but I sure was frightened all the time living in the rural part of the town with acres of land around us. Having to go down to our dark basement with a coal bin used to scare the crap out of me. I would hum or sing all the while going into the back laundry room then run to the stairs once I got what I needed.
Karen I am with you..... every night I walk into my kitchen I glance at my back door imagining a face staring in at me. I always open my basement door so it blocks seeing in the back door. I could put up curtains but I love the light coming in during the day.