1. Oh! Should I see if she's ok?
2. In a horror movie, this is where I'd find out she was a vampire because she'd fling herself at me with superhuman strength and suck all of my blood!
Before I was able to act on either of these thoughts, she bolted upright and started screaming and flailing about with what I can only describe as psychotic "jazz hands".
You KNOW me, you B*TCH!
No I DON'T!!!
Gaaah! What the hell? I guess she watched a lot of horror movies, too. I was happy that there was a gas station attendant next door having a smoke. Not that I thought he would have been much help in a scary blood-sucking event, but at least he may have borne witness when I sold my story to the National Enquirer...
Well, fear not. I made it home alive...BARELY! (cue dramatic music now)