[HPFGU-OTChatter] Ever So Evil household objects

[Beth]

At 07:45 PM 3/5/03 +0000, you wrote:
>And then there were the years in which cobras, a la Rikki Tikki Tavi,
>would come swarming out of the toilet if I flushed it.  I got very
>adept at getting as close as possible to the door, one finger
>outstretched to flush, and then running for my life.  But you all
>don't want to hear about that . . .
>
>Amy

Interesting. I had the exact same reaction to the toilet, but not because 
of cobras. I just KNEW that anything that could make that loud a noise 
would surely someday reach out and drag me in. I thought that flushing was 
waking it up. So, yes, poised to run, one finger on the flush handle...

Walking past windows at night worried me, too. As though something could 
smash through, grab me, and drag me out. Only at night, of course.

And then there was the trap door. The house I grew up in didn't have a 
basement or a slab. It was a raised floor, with a crawl space under the 
house about three feet tall. Dad used to disappear under there to check 
pipes, spray for insects, etc. The trap door to get down there was in the 
floor of my bedroom closet.

Somewhere along the way, I had a nightmare that glowing skeletons came 
crawling out of the trap door, hid under my bed, and grabbed my ankles when 
I got close to the bed. I spent the rest of my time at my parents' house 
making sure that my closet's sliding doors were firmly closed, and making a 
running leap for my bed so that my feet didn't get too close.

Aren't we silly when we're young?

And no, I don't consider it silly that I still have to make sure that my 
closet door is firmly shut before I can go to sleep. <big grin>

bel