Scary Noises

So as most of you know I am sort of a scardycat (is that even a word? Oh well it works for me). It is so bad that Grant knows if we are invited to a scary movie to say we can’t go before even talking to me about it. All of this is ok with me, it makes sense to me to be scared during scary movies or being all alone in the dark, it is things like working in my well lit home in the middle of the day and laying in bed (next to my husband) trying to go to sleep that shouldn't’t be scaring me and yet they are. This may come from my childhood weekends when Marianne and I would spend every Friday night in one of our empty dark houses with pizza and America’s Most Wanted. It could also be the countless times we spent our weekends watching the Changeling over and over again or even the time all my friends hid in the attic to scare me. I am hoping that it is just the fact that we have a new house with new noises and that this fear will soon go away. Every noise I hear I jump wondering “What was that” “Was it someone in my house” “Was it someone outside my house” “was it someone trying to get in my house”. I know it all sounds so pathetic but it is true I am scared of my own house. Please someone out there tell me that they went through the same thing when they moved into somewhere new and didn't quit know all the little noises yet… anyone anyone…