Morlocks and Barns

Two Friday-the-13ths in one year! I wonder how those superstitious people are holding up out there. Two in one year is probably a lot to handle. I DID, however, get attacked by a black cat today! I'm not superstitious at allll, but I thought it was pretty funny that of all days, a black cat picked today to launch itself at me from my apartment stairs while I was walking up and busy looking at my junk mail.

Speaking of scary stuff (sort of), yesterday I got out of class early and decided to go to my favorite antique store downtown. I LOVE old stuff. I don't know why, but I love imagining the histories behind everything. This particular antique store has two parts: a friendly side where everyone is happily antiquing and listening to cheerful songs on the radio; then there's The Annex (capitalized for scary effect, of course!). No one goes back there because you have to go through a door in the back and walk down a long, creepy hallway, and it looks like you're not supposed to be back there. The antiques in The Annex (use your scary voice when you read that) aren't as fancy, and everything's a little more haphazard. It's the area they do the sorting and pricing, but everyone's welcome to shop back there. Anyway, it's SUPER creepy.
The picture doesn't do it justice because it looks all sunshine-y and gleeful. But actuallyyy, there is LOTS of creaking (always coming from behind you, of course), and who knows what (or who...or WHAT) is up in the dark upstairs. The upstairs is a huge, empty area from what I can tell and I kinda wish I could explore, but it's blocked off and also, I'm a chicken. I was texting a friend about all of the creaking footstep-ish noises I was hearing, being all alone in The Annex, and he reminded me of these super scary monsters called morlocks that we saw on a TV show. They freaked me out for some reason, so that was really sweet of him to remind me while I was in a scary old room! Morlocks:

There was also a creepy painting of an old lady who kept watching me:

And this. I don't mind clowns normally, but this one is effing scary! I can only imagine how scary it is for people who actually have clownophobia. Ok ok, technically it's called coulrophobia, but that's not as fun.
I hightailed it outta there after hearing one too many creaks and having visions of morlocks dancing in my head. But in actuality, even though I'm totally a chicken, I love creepy stuff! All thanks to my dad of course. We love scary stories and ghosts and castles and haunted houses. There was this creepy old barn in a park we used to go to when I was little, and we'd make up all kinds of scary stories about it:I want to go back to Tualatin and visit that barn someday.