Not about the cartoon.

Huxley and I decided we'd take an adventure to a town about "20 minutes walking distance" from the hotel, because we thought it'd have like, cute shops and it'd be by a river or something sweet. We were planning on eating is a cute local eaterie or something. We got uh... distracted in the hotel, so we left later than expected. The road there was super narrow and dangerous to walk on, and it got dark really quickly, and it took us by surprise. So we kept walking because google maps deceived and told us it was right around the corner. 20 minutes later, we're still walking, and I'm scared out of my mind, hyperventilating and shaking because it was a hick area and I have an intense distrust for anything that's not proper suburban/urban (which probably confuses people because people are LIKE LOL WUT CITY = BAD, but most areas in cities are well lighted and full of people at all times, except for ultra ghetto areas which would be nearly as scary, except that there are better places and businesses to hide in and call a cab/cops in), because I have this terrible prejudice stereotype in my mind that anyone from a hick area is poor and crazy and will kill me while strumming on their banjo and yelling "SQUEAL LIKE A PIGGY" like in that movie.

/offends half of eoff

So I'm absolutely terrified everytime I see a car, because I'm convinced they're axe murders bent on killing me and hacking me, or someone in the car is aiming to shoot me, or someone was going to come out of the woods we were near. We ended up taking a wrong turn into a little subdivision, where this car stopped, and I was convinced it was an serial killer because I saw a sign that said "crime watchers" and was like AHHHH CRIME and nearly broke down in the middle of the street until Huxley had to get me to snap out of it, but it turned out to be some young business man. I was like "HUXLEY ASK HIM FOR DIRECTIONS PLEEEASEEEE" and Huxley just starts talking to him in some random middle-class (??? as Huxley describes it) English accent, which he has not done once this entire time, so it confused me, but it was because people here are charmed and enamored by a British accent.

Long story short, scariest moment of my life, we finally got to civilization - ie: a traffic light road with a rite-aid and dunkin' donuts, which is basically advanced civilization in smurfing Rhode Island, pretty much had a panic attack at Huxley yelling about how I couldn't trust anyone but him because everyone is scary and evil and has a secret murder agenda, and freaked out in Dunkin' Donuts and caused him to cut his head on a lamp. Then we got a taxi cab back, freaked out a bit in the hotel, and now here I am, safe and not crazy and having my back stroked by a Horxlee.

LOL OUR NIGHT.

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For those with attention deficiency disorders, here is a summarized snippet of the general ramblings for you to ponder over - Huxley and I walked about about 2 miles along a dangerous tiny road in this scary wooded area in the dark and I had a panic attack. What's the scariest place you've ever walked alone/with a small group of people with at night?