Note to Self: Don't Read Scary Books

Reading scary books is terribly unbecoming of me. I cringe and get spooked and repine, a lot! So to calm myself down after a good sit down with Hide by Lisa Gardner, I planned to go on a good trail run early one morning. Actually, trail run wasn't the right word I came to find out. I was going to the woods in my neighborhood and I found my old path over grown. Okay, I took that in stride and trekked through the brush. I had fully accepted that I was going to have a major case of Poison Ivy by the time I got home and that my trail was never going to clear out. So I happily bounced through the bushes, but jumped at every noise. (Paranoia at it's finest) Then I came to a very well used trail.... No over-growth to speak of. It CREEPED me out. What if I had a Christopher or Tommy (book characters) living in my own backyard? O.O I was very weary after that. I crept down the trail in one direction to find a shed with a window facing my exact location. Since I had read that book recently I jumped behind a tree and then fled for my life. Totally ridiculous, I may add. One other part of the path was just a small loop. The last part went to a yard in my neighborhood. I am still not entirely sure I trust the trail now but I will run on it again... but with a friend next time..... Just to be safe..... I need to stop reading freaky books :P Agreed?