When a Stranger Calls - Scary Halloween

Many of you remember this movie - the original one in 1979 that scared the pants off of me as a young woman who still did a lot of babysitting during that time. The trailer above is from the remake

I preferred the original to the remake, but then again, I loved the original "The Fog" and hated the remake which should have titled "Gucci models are menaced by a walking piece of bad Tilipia". But in a nutshell - cute teen babysitter sitting in a swanky house, the kids asleep upstairs (because we know all kids are instantly asleep at 7 PM when Mom and Dad leave for cocktails) gets more and more menacing phone calls, finally calling the police (who trace the call in like 60 seconds using "Criminal Minds" technology )who inform her where the calls are originating from.

 "It's coming from inside the house!"  GASP!

My husband was recently on the road for aweek. I never advertise that he is gone, until he's back, but the house was too quiet with him away and I made sure the extra bolts we have on all outside doors were secure and  the bolts that keep someone from coming up from the basement, should they come in through the basement windows, were latched into the floor joist and the door frame.  It's a quiet neighborhood but it IS a very large city, so I keep our Bungalow secure, my big black 4 x 4 truck left out of the garage in the drive so it's obvious some cranky redneck is home (that would be me).

Stuffies - inexpensive burglar tripping tools

Before my husband left on his business trip, he took Abby on a walk and came back with a funny story. Apparently, as they rounded a corner, there, by someone's trash was an old baby seat, which was being thrown out. Abby laid her ears back, frightened and suddenly tried to get to the other side of the street.  It was the baby chair that frightened her.  He could NOT get her to walk down the sidewalk past it.  We are not sure if in the gloom it looked like a predatory animal or she had a bad experience with one in her past, but she was NOT getting near it.

When we took a walk the next day, it was gone but Abby was still skittish around that spot.

The other evening, after my husband called from his hotel, I watched the 2006 remake of When a Stranger Calls. I probably shouldn't do that when I'm alone, because then I'll then jump at every little noise and have every light on in the house, even though our house is pretty boogyman proof (and I have a large caliber service weapon that works much better than a slingshot and an angry hamster).

But what if the phone rings.

Ring Ring.

Heavy Breathing.

"Abby Lab - Run -   It's Coming From  Inside the House!!!"