Ever So Evil household objects

[lucky_kari <lucky_kari@yahoo.ca>]

--- In HPFGU-OTChatter at yahoogroups.com, "Tabouli" <tabouli at u...> 
wrote:
<About the Throne of the Bone>
> Heh heh heh.  You really must write your memoirs one day, you know 
>Elkins.

Hear! Hear! But I want yours too, Tabouli. That pincushion story sent 
shivers down my spine. 

My Ever So Evil household object was parents' collection of National 
Geographics. I was convinced that the spirits of the assorted mummies 
and skeletons pictured within possessed the National Geographics. 
They were on a shelf near the stairs out of the basement, and during 
the day I didn't bother about them. 

But at night... At night, I tiptoed by so that they couldn't hear me. 
And I kept my eye on them so that they wouldn't follow me. 

To this day, the yellow cover of a National Geographic brings back 
feelings of terrified horror. 

The upshot of this story is, of course, that I've become addicted to 
National Geographic. Reading even the most inane stories creates a 
delicious chill. 

Eileen