Email This Post HomeHumorHow I Scared the Beejezus Out of Myself Amy Vansant July 10, 2012 Humor, Women's Humor 21 Comments Picture me laying in bed on my left side, but my left hand isn’t tucked up under the pillow like a mattress commercial model. Probably because when sleeping, I look more like Nick Nolte’s mug shot. But… hm. You don’t know that. Start over. Picture me laying in bed on my left side. I look like a cross between a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model and an angel taking a catnap on the back of a cloud unicorn. My left hand isn’t tucked under the pillow, though. It crosses my chest as I reach under my right armpit to scratch my right shoulder blade. Yes, swim suit models have armpits. You never noticed? Oh, I get it. Stop it. Grow up, already. The itch is toward the middle of my back, and remains just out of reach no matter how tightly I hug my chest with my left arm. I’ll give you a second to do the mental yoga on that position: I’m on my left side, left arm across my chest, under my right arm, trying to scratch my right shoulder blade. Got it? I’ve been awakened by this itchy back. Luckily for me, I keep a back-scratcher in my bedside table, specifically for emergencies like this. It’s blue and plastic and looks like a little hand with curled fingertips; swag from some forgotten trade show. Do I feel guilty I never called SiteMaestro.com?” Sometimes. Sorry, Site Maestro, I took your swag and never used your business. There’s probably a support group for all the people whose pens I’ve stolen. Still hugging my chest with my left arm, I reach out with my right hand to find the back scratcher. I can see the handle of the back scratcher by the kitchen light glowing at the other end of the hallway outside my bedroom. I leave on the kitchen light as a house-wide nightlight because sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night. Padding into the light is less scary than creeping down the hall in the dark, because 85% of monsters are nocturnal. (SOURCE: Smithsonian Magazine) My left hand, still under and past my right arm, relaxes from straining towards the itch in the middle of my back. The light in the hallway goes black. FREEZE. what is in the HALLWAY? Something is blocking the light from the hallway! Who the hell is walking down the hallway in the middle of the night?? Panicked, I glance over my right shoulder to confront almost certain death. The thing blocking the light isn’t IN the hallway. THE THING BLOCKING THE LIGHT IS RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I let out a yelp of fear that sounds like someone just stepped on a hamster. IT’S HERE! IT’S ON TOP OF ME! IT’S — IT’S— It’s my own LEFT HAND. Wrapped around my body like it was, my hand didn’t seem to be mine anymore. I wiggle my fingers and the thing blocking the hall light cheerily waves back at me. So, in summation: I woke up, put my hand over my face, and then screamed because there was a hand over my face. Mike: (groggily) Did you just scream? Me: (still panting) Huh? What? Noooo… Go back to sleep. I’m going to assume this happens to you people all the time. Right? About Latest Posts Amy VansantAmy Vansant is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal Best-Selling author specializing in fun, funny fiction --- even the murder mysteries. Latest posts by Amy Vansant (see all) A Screaming Bobcat, Another Free Book, Giveaway, Steals & Deals! - February 5, 2020 A Thank You & Free Short Story, Pineapple Disco 99c, Win a Kindle Reader - January 30, 2020 Two Big Favors (YOU can get me on TV), Giveaways and Deals - January 22, 2020 21 Responses Chooplah July 10, 2012 But how do you know you can really trust your left hand? 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant July 10, 2012 Oh I can’t. Good point. He went rogue YEARS ago. 0 likes Reply StrongerMe July 10, 2012 Picture me sitting at my desk with tears streaming down my face while I try to stifle the laughs. It’s probably pretty attractive too! 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant July 10, 2012 Ah – my goal today was to make someone unattractive! Thank you so much! 🙂 0 likes Reply Carrie - Cannibalistic Nerd July 10, 2012 I once accidentally exploded a ceramic plate in the microwave. I figured this out after cowering on the back porch for a few minutes trying to decide what to do about the intruder. 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant July 10, 2012 I don’t think anyone could hold that against you. Except maybe the plate who’s probably pissed about being exploded. 0 likes Reply Christian at Point Counter-Point Point Point July 10, 2012 AAAHHHHHHHH!!!! Oh is was just your left hand. Phew! Thanks God. P.S. That is totally something that I would do. 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant July 10, 2012 Like Stephen King I take common things like trucks and dogs and my own hand and make them terrifying… 0 likes Reply bschooled July 11, 2012 That is exactly why I only keep non-glowy back scratchers in my bedside table. Well that, and the fact that I prefer to use prosthetic hands. 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant July 11, 2012 I’d PREFER to use a trained Macaque monkey but it’s hard to sleep with them constantly picking the nits out of my hair. 0 likes Reply iampisspot July 11, 2012 I spent part of Thursday night cowering behind my kitchen worktop, convinced that there was someone looking at me through the kitchen window. Each time I moved, I saw something flash in front of me, it was like the shadow of a man. It took me at least half an hour to realise that it was a strand of my hair that I kept catching in the corner of my eye when I moved. It happens to us all. 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant July 11, 2012 I always thought I saw gargoyles sitting on mailboxes. (this is actually true). I’ve chalked it up to hair, or “floaters” in the corner of my eye. Mostly. 0 likes Reply Missy | The Literal Mom July 11, 2012 I do extremely, and I mean EXTREMELY strange things in the middle of the night all the time. Very weird dreams too! 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant July 11, 2012 Well now I’m all on the edge of my seat… what do you do???! 0 likes Reply Kimberly at Rubber Chicken Madness July 11, 2012 Reminds me of the time I was convinced that R2D2 was in the house. Turns out it was a vacuum cleaner. 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant July 11, 2012 It might be time to upgrade your vacuum cleaner to something from this century… 0 likes Reply Amy B July 11, 2012 No worries. When in that “between state” of sleep, a lot of things can be claimed as “temporary insanity”. Even if you weren’t truly asleep, we’ll still count it. Done and done. 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant July 12, 2012 Suddenly I feel much better about my stupidity… until I asked my husband if Boston was the town where “Gangs of New York” was set. 0 likes Reply Scarlett July 19, 2012 LMAO this is HILARIOUS!!! you’re amazing! I feel less bad about doing this sort of stuff myself now x x 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant July 19, 2012 Happy to find you on Twitter too – thanks! 0 likes Reply One Funny Motha July 21, 2012 So funny. I hope to be trapped in an elevator w/ you some day. 0 likes Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Add me to Amy Vansant's Humor Newsletter!