so i have this horrible fear.
it’s been burned in my brain ever since i saw the movie.
and you’re going to know the movie i’m talking about…

my fear is that, as i walk down a flight of open-backed stairs…
someone underneath the stairs is going to slice into my achilles tendon with a scalpel.
and lucky for me - i have open-backed stairs going down my basement.
ugh.
as if the creepy bottomless rock pit underneath my living room wasn’t scary enough.
i’m certain there is a dead girl down in there who will one day figure out how to crawl out of it and be waiting with her sharp knife under the steps when i go down there to trip the breakers or put something away.