What's Your Childhood Monster?

Thanks to Christine Rains for hosting this fun (yet frightening) Blog Hop! Here's hoping I don't get more nightmares after reading about all of yours!

This hop is on-going from the 7th to the 9th- which is a great thing, because today is going to be cra-zy busy, and I won't be around much. I always try to read and comment on as many entries as  I can, so now I won't have to feel the pressure of cramming it all in, on one day. I plan on hitting everyone up slowly, over the next few days.  I'm really looking forward to it. Happy Hopping Everybody!

The room around me is bathed in light. But it doesn't matter. Neither the light nor the dark can quell my fear. At first, like a  good little girl, I tried telling. Ran straight to my parents, dragged them into my room and showed them.  Their response was not what I had anticipated. Later, when they thought I was asleep, I heard them saying awful things about me, like "wild imagination" and "maybe she would benefit from some counseling" and finally, "medication" I knew they would be of no help.

Next, I tried ignoring it and pretending they didn't exist. I pretended I didn't hear their insidious whispering. I pretended they didn't frighten me at all. None of that made a difference. There was nothing I could do. No  matter how hard I fight, every night, against my will, they still pull me in.

The closet in my bedroom, has a plain, simple, pine door. But don't let that fool you, because it's no ordinary door. When I stare at it, the patterns in the wood begin to swirl and change. That evil door morphs, and the faces of the most hideous demons peer through. They scratch and claw and reach out their arms, trying to pull me in. Ultimately, their goal is to drag me into their hell dimension. They want to turn me into a monster and trap me inside that door with them forever.

Every night, I've been tying myself to the bed with the thick rope Dad uses to anchor our boat, but that just makes them pull harder. I know what you are thinking: I AM crazy. If it wasn't true of me once, I'd certainly accept it could be true now. How much sleep can one kid loose, before they go insane?

Every night, the battle rages on. I know it's only a matter of time, before they pull me in. Would you be so kind and do me a favor, when I go missing? Could you please tell my parents where to look?

What do you see?