Mood: caffeinated
Now Playing: A Tale of Two Scares
let me begin by saying that I am very near-sighted. For those of you who doen't know, that means I can't see things more than ten feet away with any kind of clarity without my glasses.
Late last night, around 1a.m., I get up from bed to go get my inhaler out of the kitchen, where I thought I'd left it. Being as I still live in the same house I grew up in, and the floor plan hasn't changed ever, I know the house pretty damn well. Therefore, I didn't think anything of wandering about in the dead of night with all the lights off and without my glasses. I round the corner from bedroom and walked into the hall. From here, I saw something that was kind of fuzzy and light colored near/in the living room at the end and to the right of the hall. I figured someone put something on the clock that's just around that corner, and it was just sort of hanging off the edge of the clock. (The clock is exactly 5.5 feet tall.) Anyway, I get half-way down the hall, and I glance at the thing that I think is resting on top of the clock. "Hey, that, what-ever-it-is-probably-a-bag looks kinda like a face," I thought as I took another step. I get about three feet away from it and, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" I screamed, I screamed like one of those girls in a slasher flick--woke up the neighbors, but not my son or my mother. While I scream bloody murder, I reach for the broom that is leaning on the wall next to the kitchen light switch, but I can't seem to get arms to listen to my higher brain functions, or my voice apparently, as I was still screaming. Now, why was I screaming like a virgin cheerleader in a slasher movie? Because, I saw, what for the life of me, I could have sworn, was the floating disembodied head of my beloved Daddy. The head moved to the left a bit and lowered, and suddenly the light came on, and shortly thereafter I stopped screaming. I looked down, and noticed that it wasn't the "floating disembodied head of my beloved Daddy", but the very much attached head of my asshole Dad, who stood there laughing at me! Jerk.
After all the fun, I returned to my search for my inhaler, it was still in my room...I couldn't find it because I had tossed my bandana over it and didn't think to look underneath.
He laughed at me! I screamed bloody murder and no one came to help! Gee, can you feel the love?
Anyway, everytime I fell asleep for the rest of the night, I had strange nightmares about the floating disembodied head of Colonel Sanders, and according to him, "Everything I know is wrong," or so the song goes. Thank you Weird Al!!
Posted by good-feathers
at 5:28 PM CDT