Wednesday, August 8, 2012
What was your Childhood Monster?
I was doing the IWSG blog-hop last week and discovered another one! Christine Rains is using this blog-hop to promote her paranormal romance novella, FEARLESS.
As a child I didn't worry so much about the monster in the closet or the thing under the bed (unless my older sister had been telling stories at bedtime) but I had the same dream over and over until I was about ten. I would be sleeping in the dark and I'd wake up--the dream was so real that for a long time I thought it had actually happened--I'd stare into the dark for a while and see something moving. The heat-vent would slowly lift up and a witch would come out, complete with black hat. No broom, though. An old woman with a black hat, old worn out black clothes, crooked arthritic fingers and long black fingernails. She'd creep toward my bed, grab me by the ankle and drag me down into the heatvent.
For some reason when I woke up from this dream I always felt the need to get up and make sure everyone was still safe. I'd wander the house in the dark checking all the bedrooms, and in later years checking all the doors to make sure they were still locked.
This dream eventually became an opportunity to sneak outside and pick peas in the garden or read a book with a flashlight. As long as I wasn't in my room near that heat-vent.