Sunday, 12 April 2009

Sunday Scribblings #158 Scary ... what scares you?


The Sunday Scribbling girls have done it again ... with their "SCARY" prompt ... they say 'I can't recall if we've done this prompt before, but I'm curious: what scares you?'


From twelve to fifteen I was sent to live with my Grandma ... that's another story ... but the most freakiest, scariest, thing living there was the double door linen cupboard at the end of the hall. When you entered her front door the said cupboard was on your left, dark timber doors, each about two feet wide. Straight ahead was the bathroom down the hallway to the left was the breakfast room, as she called it. Ahead was the "middle door" into the living room through to the bedrooms where beyond, the most panoramic, million dollar view of Bondi Beach took your breath away.

As the weather grew cooler she would insist the middle door, that doorway from the living room was kept closed, 'to keep out the draft' ... I was sure it was to keep out whoever lived in that cupboard. Even walking down that hallway during the day, with the sun behind me, the reflection of the sea making my shadow glisten on those doors I was sure someone was going to leap out at me ...

Nights were the worst. She'd not allow the hall light to be left on. To get to the bathroom I always had to stretch from the middle doorway to the breakfast room to get the light on ... oh golly just thinking about it makes me cringe ...

She had no idea. I wonder why I didn't ever tell her?

That three years was torture ... so was walking into the bathroom where she had a curtain hanging behind the door covering brooms and a ladder ... someone was lurking there too ...

No-one has ever heard me yell " ... turn that light off!"

Thursday night I was scared going in to a tunnel. The taxi driver didn't know I don't do tunnels ... you can overcome anything!

4 Comments:

keithsramblings said...

What a great scary memory. You reminded me that when I visited my grandparents I was terrified of their grandfather clock. When you are four feet tall a seven foot ticking ringing monster is very scary indeed! That same clock is now a few feet from where I am
sitting. I still looks a little menacing!

Tumblewords: said...

Oh, no! That's like leaping into one's bed from the doorway to keep from being captured by the monsters under the bed. I'm still holding my breath from reading your post! Scary, indeed!

Megha said...

nice post :) As a child, I was very afraid of the dark and opening any door in night made me tremble......to be true, I am still afraid of the dark.

Jay said...

That really brought home the feeling of terror we can experience as children over irrational things.

As a child, I was afraid of a crack in our tiny toilet ... weird, I know, but I was convinced a tiny but evil old woman lived in there! And I had a fear of the old wardrobe in my brothers' room, which had ornate carved wood flowers on the doors. I hated those flowers, and I couldn't have told you why, I just did.

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