Terror in the Night

When it comes to scary things, Ryan has always been sensitive. He won't watch scary movies, fearing they will haunt him in his dreams (which they do). He startles easily, which makes it extra fun for me to hide behind corners and jump out at him. I'm always looking for opportunities to add that extra spice to our lives. That opportunity came Wednesday night at a home we are house-sitting for. Ryan left in the evening to pick-up our brother-in-law at the airport, and that was my cue. There is a porcelain doll in the bedroom we are sleeping in, facing the side of the bed where Ryan sleeps. Porcelain dolls are creepy enough by themselves, but when you add a knife, you enter a whole new level. Here's what it looked like:


Because Ryan has been trying not to look at the doll, he didn't notice it until Friday. Now he thinks I am an evil person.