Hey, Hollywood stole my phobia...

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marilynfl

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Remember when I wrote this after my NC trip from Hell:

11:00 - 11:15 PM. During this time-frame, I got lost on three different pitch-dark roads surrounding the Sanford Orlando airport, panicking all the while that my battery would die again and I would be alone on a dark road with murderers. In my defense, I believe the Combo’s Pizzeria Pretzel Snack fumes had finally addled my brain.

Okay.

Here is the synopsis for a movie currently out:

In Fear is a tense psychological horror about a young couple's fight to make it through the night. Home invasion but in a car. In real-time. Tom and Lucy are trapped in a maze of country roads with only their vehicle for protection, terrorized by an unseen tormentor hell-bent on exploiting their worst fears. Driving, lost and tormented in the night, primal fears of the dark and the unknown give way to fear that you have let the evil in, or that it is already there.

Let's see if they dare to show the REAL FEAR: Panicked, but still having to go to the bathroom. Out in the woods. In the dark. Alone. With potential murderers hanging around waiting. And No Toilet Paper.

Or...better yet, hid a 4" square of cultured granite in their car and send the TSA with bloodhounds out after them.

 
M, I am POSITIVE Hollywood will come up with a mini-series from your memoirs as soon as you

write and publish them!

In truth, your NY story brought back an ancient memory of mine--I was around my early to mid-20s and driving solo back to Marion, IN, where I was living & teaching at the time. I always took the back country roads from South Bend to Marion as that route shortened the distance a smidgeon. On this one occasion, I absolutely HAD to go to the bathroom so pulled off onto the side; put car flashers on; locked car; and headed out into a corn field to do my business. Returned to car and NO CAR KEYS on me. I KNOW I took them with me as I triple-checked that, making sure not to lock them inside my car. Yipes, they'd evidently fallen out of my hip pocket while I had my trou down.

It was dusk and getting darker by the minute. I charged back to the cornfield.....hmmm, which in the heck row did I go down? Keep in mind this was in the 1972 to 74 time frame so well before the invention of cell phones. I picked a row and traipsed down about as far as I imagined I had walked the first time. Nada. Back to the start and try the next row. Nothing. I was starting to feel a little panicky by that time as the sun appeared to be setting faster & faster. Finally, on my 4th try I could fainly see something white on down this corn row. Eureka! It was the Kleenex I'd taken with me to use, and it was sitting where I'd dropped it on the ground--right next to it lay my car keys. Hallelujah! I was never so glad to see a used Kleenex in my life. It is amazing how wound up the mind can become and how that fear literally begins feeding on itself. I was imagining serial killers on the loose or at the very least a rabid dog. I very nearly had to use my cornfield toilet facilities all over again after that episode! lol.

 
wigs, have you read "Zippy" and the sequel "She Got Up Off The Couch". Indiana gal memoirs. good

 
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