I swear sometimes a door opens and you see things you aren’t supposed to see.
Like little monsters under the bed.
Little monsters are about a million times scarier than big monsters. Am I right? You know I’m right.
For as long as I can remember, and I can remember a lot, I’ve been bedeviled by a recurring nightmare of a little monster with sharp teeth. Which is one reason I’ve never watched a ‘Chucky’ movie. Can’t even watch the trailers. I didn’t have dolls as a kid and I didn’t buy my daughters dolls.
Not that it mattered because both my daughters and my son are scared of dolls as well. That wasn’t my doing. Must be genetic. My sisters didn’t play with dolls either.
One of my cousins was obsessed with dolls. His bedroom was wall to wall dolls and puppets. Ugh. The puppets were the worst. Sometimes I had to stay with him when my parents were out of town. Talk about a living nightmare…
Heck, that baby doll in Toy Story 3? That thing just about did me in. Creeped me out for months.
So anyway, about last night…
I was sleeping pretty soundly, but in my sleep I heard Jake panting and the next thing I knew, he smacked my side of the bed with his foot.
I opened my eyes and saw something I don’t think I was supposed to see. There was Jake, sitting right next to my head, and his face was illuminated from below by what seemed to be a tiny beam of light. Jake, in fact, was sitting absolutely still, staring down at the floor. Suddenly I heard a tiny ‘click’ and the light disappeared. No shite. I’m serious.
I squeeked, “WTF??? Oscarrrrrrrrr!” and I grabbed for him. He, of course, would not wake up.
I glanced at the clock. It was 1:34 a.m. I switched on my light and hung my head over the bed, terrified I might actually see something. I saw nothing but dust bunnies and a few books.
I got out of bed to let Jake outside, turning on lights as I worked my way downstairs. I was totally freaked out. When I finally got back into bed I couldn’t sleep. I worried if I fell asleep that little gremlin would have the run of the bedroom and maybe bite me. Kept turning on the light to look under the bed.
I did finally fall back to sleep about an hour later. Slept fitfully until 6 a.m.
I suppose one could surmise that I dreamed the light. Yes, one could surmise that. Or that I was only half-awake and in that in-between state I imagined the light. As good an explanation as any.
Except I was Wide Awake. I’m a mom. A pin drops two houses away and I’m awake.
I do have one other thing under the bed, an old set of Tarot cards. I think I’ll move them. Don’t want anything bad coming through that Tarot door.
If you hear a noise downstairs in the middle of the night, I’m betting you think, burglar! Me? I always think, monster!
Geez…that would freak me out.
Great fodder for a story!
Too scary for me, Kat! Makes me shudder!
Seriously, it did, Amber. But last night I figured if whatever it was wanted to hurt us, it had plenty of time…
This is why you’re a good writer: readers don’t care if you are tortured by being a conduit to the other world, or that you have a great imagination. Really. We have our own problems.
But then you write about it - and those who are neither conduits nor have great imaginations get the shivers and chills just the same.
Okay, that’s just creepy!
Well, Alicia, I’m not entirely sure what I saw but if I had to describe it exactly I would guess a little monster-type creature had a little tiny flashlight and he/she switched it off when I turned to Jake and asked, What? And the monster realized I was awake. That’s the best way I can describe what I saw and heard. Makes no sense, I know.
Totally, AD. I was about as creeped out as I get!
Orrrrrrr… it was an alien…
Hmmm. That may be even worse, Anny! A tiny alien with a little tiny flashlight. Shudder…
I tried to post Twilight Zone theme above. Didn’t work I guess. Sheet.
Thank god the Twilight Zone them didn’t work! That music scares the crap outta me! And that is another story!
The worst thing for me is the combination of unaccountable lights WITH sounds.
For part of one semester as our dorm was being updated, our floor (12 of us) stayed in the former dean’s home, a very classy two-story colonial with an attic that slept six. At night, those of us in the attic occasionally heard what sounded like footsteps dragging out in the hall, and a faint line of a light would glow under the door. But the door wasn’t into the hall; it was into a small closet that had no other exit. We took turns trying to “catch” whoever was doing it, or at least figure out the logical answer.
We never did.
But years later, at one of our reunions, the former dean’s daughter (she was much older than we were) admitted that her father’s unstable brother had stayed in the attic for several months, and even after they moved him into a security facility, he often got back into the attic. They never could figure out how he did it, but they kept finding parts of animals in the little closet, and eventually it got to be too much for the family, so they moved out…
Oh Marilyn! How scary after the fact! Creepy! Jeez! Sorry so late with the reply.