Because it is summer, and this kind of thing happens quite a bit, I will re-run it. I will re-run quite a bit in the next week or so actually. With Steve coming here, how can you all expect me to focus and be all creative and new? My only creativity will be coming up with fun and interesting predicaments to get myself and my friend into as we go see Steve, and dork out completely at a sci-fi museum. Yeah, you heard me. They actually HAVE a sci-fi museum somewhere, and I am actually going. Smell my dorkaliciousness.
What? Oh yes, the story.
Here once again for you to relive your own childhood vicariously through my children, is a little ditty I wrote called "Scaring Yourself Silly." Enjoy.
Some things are universal-are they not? One of those things, is scaring the hell out of yourself. Imagine if you will, yourself at 7, 8 and 9. Maybe as old as 13. What was more fun then using your imagination to absolutely scare the living daylights out of yourself? Nothing-right? No. Nothing. I don't even think your first kiss compares to this.
Today I am baby-sitting. The kids decide to play with an old CB player. They push a button, white noise happens. But what happens in their minds? White noise? Oh no! Not white noise! They hear a faint voice saying "help me!" Shivers run down their spines.
They run to me and tell me what happened. I am instantly 10 yrs old again. I flip my eyes wide. "You're kidding?!" I say. The kids are now validated. They are not kidding.
The next two hours are spent taking the walkie talkies around, hearing things and freaking out. They begin to see things. My daughter saw a face calling for help in our neighbors basement window. My neighbor doesn't have a basement window. They see a shirt, blood red lying in a heap. They see faces, they hear noises, they record sounds.
I told them this very thing happened to me when I was their age and I took notes. Soon two notebooks appeared and detailed notes were taken from all the clue's. They would push the button on the CB and a "bleep" Was heard. Morris code!! They used the Morris code on the side of the CB and decided it said "Help! They are doing experiments..." then the signal died. OMG!! Right? OMG! Someone needs help!! There is a mystery here!!
Literally after one hour their feet never touched the ground again. They were THAT scared. I "helped" their little fantasy along by looking wide eyed in terror every time they told me about something they saw, heard, or figured out. When the finger pointed at my neighbor, I said..."yea...he IS weird. I always see him feeding his dog after dark, and it looks like he is dragging something..." The kids have people tied up in his shed, garage and basement. They have headless bodies looking out windows, and have strange sounds pleading for help from the CB.
What fun!! I remember chasing ghosts around Montana at their age. Literally scaring myself so badly I couldn't see. There was a mystery that needed to be solved, a clue to be found, a person whose very life DEPENDED on me to figure it all out.
How will this end? Will they break the clues? Will they save these people? And what exactly IS IT with the blood stains on the shirts? I don't know. But I invited the girl I am baby-sitting over to spend the night, because I simply MUST find out. I must be a part of watching my very childhood unfold in the eyes of my kids. I must help along the scare. I must feed the fire. I must help solve the clue's. After all, someone's VERY LIFE depends on it.
Posted at 04:31 am by Shalovee
