Sunday, October 25, 2009

What's Your Scariest Thing?

The best way I know how to describe it is only by saying- something was "wrong" with my house as a child. Our house sat on two and half acres with tall Pines, Weeping Willows, Ash, Oak and sensual, syrupy sweet Mimosas- reminiscent of all things Southern.

My friends from elementary, more accustomed to neighborhoods in the city where the houses were lined up side by side, would spend the night and ask, horror stricken, "What was THAT?!"

"It's okay. It's just the furnace. You'll get used to it."

Some never came back.

I suspected the fear originated not with the furnace, but with where the furnace was located, at the dead end of a long hallway.

Many a night as a child, I would have reoccurring nightmares of being in the hallway. I'd freeze in sheer terror. I'd try to run, but couldn't. I'd try to scream, but couldn't. Remember the lyric in "Thriller"- "you try to scream, but terror takes the sound before you make it?"

My parents had left me alone one night. I was in the eighth grade. I felt an uneasy, free floating anxiety that someone, or better put, something was watching me.

To take my mind off my fear, I decided to watch television. The comedy show had barely begun when my dog, Chelsea, an intelligent and sweet natured apricot poodle, began to bark hysterically.

Her gaze was locked down the end of the hallway, and she barked with such a fierce furry that she was literally gasping for air in between her barks. I have never heard a dog bark like that before or since.

Immediately I jumped up, equally as panic stricken! Now all this is happening much faster than I can write it to you- there was an awful, awful crash, thud, bang, bam, slam, pop! at the end of the hallway. As if a heavy body had dropped dead-weighted, down to the ground. I RAN AS FAST AS I COULD to the front door and threw it opened.

Unexpectedly met with a black, dark, moonless night; I was terrified to go out there by myself. But something was in the house! Wasn't it? What if it's outside now?

Just then, the phone in the kitchen rang.

I had a choice. Run outside by myself or...answer the phone.

Answer the phone and pass by the long hallway. I'd have to look down the hallway to answer the phone.

I chose the phone.

This is no joke. When I answered, meek and shuddering with adrenalin, my boyfriend, Peter, said, "You sound like you've seen a ghost."


  1. My scariest thing? You mean besides my ex-husband? :::thinking:::

  2. So what happened next??? :) Amy

  3. Amy W?

    If you are Amy W. I'd like to begin by saying:

    The self decribed "lurker" has spoken! lol Thank you!

    Sooo, what happened next? Peter said, "You sound as if you've seen a ghost."
    I began describing what just happened.

    This is SO stupid. Know what he said? He said he's not surprised that there's some sort of ... how did he put it, fire? Bad vibe? Something...going on in my house because my mother was having an affair.

    That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. My mother? You mean the one who's always home and who wears grandma underwear? THAT mother?

    Nonetheless, after I told him how stupid he was (we later broke up), the house returned immediately to pre-freakmahsheeeeee-itOUT state. Same as always. No sounds nothing.

    I've told a few people through the years. Some say a person broke in and got scared and ran because of the dog.

    Well, how can that be? There was no signs of entry. The only way they could have gotten out was to go through a bedroom window- all of which were locked from the inside just fine with their screens still attached.

    Stay tuned to part II, in which I'll tell ya the next scary thing that happened! Oooooh!

  4. is Amy "the lurker" W.!! :) I told you I would make a comment eventually! I HAD to know what happened at the end of the story.

  5. Ooh, that was fun. I can't wait to hear the next scary story. You have a talent for this!

    My scariest thing was the day when I was sitting in class and suddenly realized that my daughter in kindergarten had a half day and I was an hour and a half late meeting her at the bus stop. Luckily, a nice neighbor took her in.

  6. Polly,

    Thank you! :) I do have another scary story.

    So, you had the whole, "Home Alone" er.. at teh bus stop alone, syndrome going on, huh? I would have freaked out! No wonder that's your scariest thing. I'm happy all ended well.

    This is the same daughter who recently had a birthday and you made the (lovely) fish for her and her friends, but you got mad because you didn't have the right pans?

    And you said, "I don't have effing anything!" I still laugh about that. lol