I’m A Screamer

OMG yesterday my neighbors must have had several heart attacks because of me.
I discovered Nancy Drew on Prime.
Binge watched yesterday and am still not done season 1.
Sure as hell hope that there is a season 2.
Set in today’s time the story follows Nancy and her 4 friends.
Bess, George, Ned and Ace.
Mystery.
A little romance.
Great characters.
Ghosts.
Possession.
More mystery.
I admit to one small stumbling block.
Scott Wolf from Party of Five.
I watched that show in my 20’s and he was played a teenager.
Now he is playing a father yet he only looks 10 years older than her.
Also the ages of the kids is indeterminate.
As T asked last night ‘Mom how old are those kids?’
Not sure but I must have told y’all that I love to be scared.
T and I scare one another with great delight.
When he got home last night I was still watching.
He wanted to know if I was aware there were books that I could read.
I started to say I read when I was a little girl but stopped myself and said I was younger.
He than told me I was old.
I was telling him about my screaming and how the neighbors had been outside.
Did not tell him I nearly lost my dinner when I jumped at one point.
T: Oh mom you obviously have not watched enough scary movies.
Me: I have watched a lot of scary movies. This is not scary she just appears.
T: Who is she?
Me: Shhhhhhhh there is too much going on for me to explain to you.
T: What are the kids doing?
Me:
T: Mom what is happening?
Me: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
We are sitting there and the ghost appears again.
I scream and look at Tember.
I thought I saw him flinch but he looks over at me cool as a cucumber.
I howled with laughter.
Me: I love being scared you know that.
T: Mom I gotta admit that one got me. Does she often just appear?
Me: T you are going to have to go back and watch from the beginning.
T: Are you crazy? And then spend all night worrying crazy chick is coming to get me?
I was not about to admit to him that I had some fair concerns about scary ghost lady.
But seriously if you get a chance and you like a strong good story line with mystery built in, this series is amazing.
That is me though.
But c’mon Nancy Drew!
We finished the episode and T went to set up his Xbox and I got ready to crawl into bed.
I was laying there playing Clockmaker on my phone and I felt my pillow dip.
Figured it was Lucky or Thomas coming to lay by my head.
Suddenly this dark shape flies over me and hits my shoulder.
I screamed bloody murder.
As I only saw the dark shape I am assuming it was Loki.
I hope it was Loki.
And then cried I was laughing so hard.
T was not impressed.
I laid in bed laughing for a good five minutes.
Tears rolling down my cheeks.
And as I drifted off I reminded him that this time if he hears me yelling in my sleep to please come and wake me up not hide under the blankets like last time.
©July 5/21
Picture is my own

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

7 thoughts on “I’m A Screamer”

  1. Well dang, that headline was a bit deceptive no? Here l was getting the popcorn ready, nestling down to read some sordid little story of deviancy in the buxom boudoir – but alas no – hahaha 🙂

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