Hey friends, it's Rosie.
Welcome back to Radio Headspace.
So there I was late alone and in the dangerous spiral that is just one more video on YouTube.
I clicked on a clip called paranormal caught on camera,
because who doesn't love a little spooky adrenaline before bed?
10 minutes later, I'd watched a woman's curtain flap by itself,
a set of footprints appear on a dusty floor, and a shadow move where no person stood.
And then, my brain, being the overachieving little drama queen it is, decided to go pro.
Suddenly, I wasn't just watching ghosts on a screen.
I was writing an entire horror film in my head,
starring me, my home, and an inexplicable midnight visitor.
Okay, but what if the sound in my bedroom is actually footsteps?
What if the creek is the neighbor, but it's not?
What if there's a gas leak?
What if the smoke detector is dead?
What if, what if, what if?
Within 15 minutes, I'd gone from curious foyer, to a full-blown script writer of a catastrophe.
My heart was racing, my palms prickled,
and I could feel that old familiar loop of worry tighten like a noose.
That was when I realized the scariest thing wasn't the ghost videos,