Really creepy

It's not like I watch too many scary movies or anything...but some situations, some people, some circumstances just give me that feeling. The one where I know something is amiss. My gut tells me.

I was standing at my kitchen sink, in front of the window, this evening, cleaning up after baking some banana bread. A car drives extremely slowly past. Stops at my mailbox and backs up.

I walked out of the room, stood in behind my closed front all-wood door, talking to myself about how creepy it was that the car had backed up. I listened for the crunching of gravel (our neighborhood is quite silent in the evenings). I stayed put for two whole minutes, which seemed an eternity. I peeked out of the blinds and saw nothing, so returned to my kitchen sink. Thirty seconds later, the car comes slowly past going the opposite direction. It had turned around in the U-drive next to our duplex. But it had taken far too long to simply drive around it. The car had seemed to have waited or something.

I can't express how creeped out I am. Maybe it was Liz's recounting of the meth-head break-ins a few towns over. Scary stuff, because you know those people are literally losing their minds. No telling what they'd do.

Needless to say, I made sure the doors were locked and then...well...stayed away from the windows.