Hallways freak me out for two reasons. One, when I am feeling as if I have been taken captive by my own home, the walls in the slim long hallway always feel as if they are moving in on me. Two, horror movies ... of course.
Rob spends a lot of time away from home. And thanks to all of the scary movies I grew up watching, when I hear a scary noise ... I go looking for it. When this happens, it always works out that all the doors are closed in my hallway. As if it wants to create an extra dramatic spooky scene with me nervously opening door by door, each door getting a little more anxious than the last.
Lucky for me, unlike scary movies, the sound is usually a trapped Arnie instead of a masked killer;)
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