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isabelladangelo) wrote2010-04-21 07:25 am
isabelladangelo) wrote2010-04-21 07:25 am
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Writer's Block: Too scary!!
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Oh yes! You see, normal children have monsters in the closet or under the bed. Not me. Why would cookie monster do anything other than give me cookies? I would hope he was in my closet! But, unfortunately, if he was, he was also very afraid of what did live under my bed. Two very scary men.
I still remember what they were supposed to look like. One was very scrawny, wore a tattered flannel shirt, and had a mustache. The other was bigger and sometimes wore a butcher's apron. He had a big old knife with the other had a switch blade. I know they had names but I don't recall them. Their job was, if I got out of bed in the middle of the night (as three and four year olds are prone to do) was to cut my Achillies' tendon so I would never be able to get out of bed again.
I was about three or four when I thought these two hired assassins lived beneath my bed. I put together why I thought this many years later. What most likely happened is my Dad scared me into staying in bed one night, I had a nightmare, and that nightmare was based on a news report from that evening. During that time in Idaho and Utah, there had been a string of robberies were, in a couple of cases, the robber laid in wait beneath the car and would slash at the ankles of the owner of said vehicle as s/he went to put the groceries in. There had been an attack that night and I had seen the news reports.
Oh yes! You see, normal children have monsters in the closet or under the bed. Not me. Why would cookie monster do anything other than give me cookies? I would hope he was in my closet! But, unfortunately, if he was, he was also very afraid of what did live under my bed. Two very scary men.
I still remember what they were supposed to look like. One was very scrawny, wore a tattered flannel shirt, and had a mustache. The other was bigger and sometimes wore a butcher's apron. He had a big old knife with the other had a switch blade. I know they had names but I don't recall them. Their job was, if I got out of bed in the middle of the night (as three and four year olds are prone to do) was to cut my Achillies' tendon so I would never be able to get out of bed again.
I was about three or four when I thought these two hired assassins lived beneath my bed. I put together why I thought this many years later. What most likely happened is my Dad scared me into staying in bed one night, I had a nightmare, and that nightmare was based on a news report from that evening. During that time in Idaho and Utah, there had been a string of robberies were, in a couple of cases, the robber laid in wait beneath the car and would slash at the ankles of the owner of said vehicle as s/he went to put the groceries in. There had been an attack that night and I had seen the news reports.
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