"Kill the lights--"

Sitting in my room, in the dark. Spine-tingling music plays in the background, seeping into my core. Crouched on my hands and knees, clutching at the ground.

My door is locked.
I don't think I want to know what's on the other side.

"Have you seen Billy?" I whisper. No reply. Desperately, then-- "We can't stay here! All the windows, the open space..."

There's a noise and I jump. I'm shaking, now. Almost crying. I've got to pull it together.

"We need someplace safe to hide. Now."



(Did I freak you out? That's basically what I'm doing right now--freaking myself out. On purpose. Don't worry about me, though, it's just part of an acting exercise I'm doing for my Hallie Todd/Glenn Withrow acting workshop. We're filming a scene from a horror movie this week, and I'm just, uh, revving myself up for it. Yeah. Fun stuff, honestly. The first class, last week, was fabulous. Learned so much my brain felt like it was going to burst. Objectives and root centers and different things that affect characters and tactics and loads more juicy stuff. Intense, but fantastically so. Glenn and Hallie = most brilliant teaching team ever. I'm so blessed to be learning from them, yet again.)