Demons and Dragons and Ghosts… Oh, my!
I can remember being a child and lying in bed, refusing to open my eyes because I knew – I knew– that as soon as I did, the demon staring at me would take me to Hell. My family wasn’t overly religious though I was raised Catholic and went to church every Sunday. I don’t know if that had anything to do with my fear, though I’m sure there was some of the Old Testament involved in planting those suggestions into my subconscious.
The demon would sit next to my bed or hover over me, waiting for me to open my eyes so that it could… I don’t know. Take my soul? Possess me? Maybe just kill me? At this time, I shared a room with my older sister. I didn’t understand why she didn’t know the demon was there. She would stay up into the night, doing homework on her bed while I lay terrified in mine. I knew, every morning after I woke up, I had narrowly escaped and considered myself lucky.
It wasn’t so much dragons as dinosaurs that scared me, though when I was younger, I considered them to be the same thing and very real. I don’t know why I constantly begged my mom to rent me the movie that spawned this crazy fear. I don’t remember the name of it. All I remember is terrible dubbing and pterodactyls flying around killing people on an undiscovered island. In fact, I have no idea why Mom kept renting it for me in the first place! I was a kid, maybe a bit older than Little Man and a bit younger than Princess, and yet I was watching this terribly scary and gory (for the 80s) movie. No wonder I was scared of dragons!
Ah, ghosts. There’s a never-ending supply of ghost stories throughout the world. I have one of my own=)
As a child, there was a closet next the the stairs that scared the crap out of me. One night, as I was going downstairs to get a drink of water, I watched as the closet door opened three inches on its own.
There are a couple things I should explain about this door. First, while it latched quite easily it would not open on its own. Second, if it was opened, you would have to hold it if you didn’t want the door to swing wide and bang against the wall. And, as everyone knows, next to the attic, closets are prime real estate for ghosts.
The door opened on its own. It only opened three inches. Knowing what we do about that particular closet door, its behavior was unnatural. Needless to say, I didn’t want to pass by the opening. Who knew what would reach out and grab me? But I was thirsty and young and I needed to warn my family that there was something in there. I knew Mom and Dad would fix it.
Again, I was able to count myself lucky since nothing grabbed me as I ran past at top speed. I must have been too fast for it. Ghosts are slow, after all… Aren’t they?
What scared you as a kid? What scares you today?