A Daily Thing

I am finding myself cleaning out our storage space in the wee hours of the morning at the moment. About 6AM to be exact. It’s in a large 2-storey warehouse and it basically looks like what you see in the picture: long corridors with one door after the other (except they’re orange and not blue).

I am typically the only one there so early, and I have noticed my brain plays tricks on me by making me remember cheesy horror movie chases where a doomed teenager runs away from a psycho wielding a nasty looking weapon.
(Thanks a lot right? I am alone in a gigantic warehouse when it’s still dark and that’s what my brain comes up with! I think it’s getting back at me for my current 5 hour tops night sleeps).
I usually do a pretty good job reassuring myself that people who store here are just like me: normal, decent, free-from-murdering-impulses people who just don’t have enough space in their house.
On Sunday* though my left brain put forth the following counter-argument: actually psychos would have much better reasons for renting a storage space than normal people. They would have disgusting killing trophies to hide (not every murderer is as neat as Dexter right?), or other gross possessions they would not want their neighbours or family to see (collection of body parts maybe?). So it follows I am more likely to run into a psycho (and in the cover of night too) than a well adjusted individual storing a couple of armchairs and personal archives.

Since I came up with this scary curveball, I try to be quiet when I’m there, and frequently look up from what I’m doing and check left, then right. And I keep a gigantic pair of scissors right next to me. Just in case.

*Yes I was there at 6 on Sunday. I know.

(Image is from here)