On Saturday, my friend and I were coming back to my car from a concert. It was really late and the parking lot was dark. As I fumbled to push my keys into the lock, I noticed my reflection in the car window. Behind me I could see the shadow of a man. I spun around but there was nothing there.
And as I felt the chill of fear skim up my neck, I noticed another emotion as well. Excitement.
I’m currently writing a novel about zombies. Wouldn’t it be awesome if I could write in a scene that had my heroine caught off guard by her own reflection?
On the way home, I ran over phrases and sentences that could properly convey the alarm and sudden fear she would experience. And once I got home, I pulled out a sheet and quickly wrote it all down. (If I had let myself sleep – I would have lost it.)
I know I have an overactive imagination. I’m always daydreaming when I drive or walk somewhere. And I can’t help but see things that sometimes aren’t there – just for the fun of it. I like to ask questions that start with “What if…” and figure out answers for them.
But then again, I imagine a lot of people do this, they just don’t dwell on it the same way I do. 🙂