Halloween is right around the bend, so what better time to talk about what scared the crap out of me as a child?
We lived in a house with a daylight basement. In that basement was a big old furnace in it's own little alcove at the back of the laundry room. There was about 18 inches of walking space around that old beast. It think there may have been some storage shelves way in the back. The fuse box was back there. Yes, FUSES. Do you know what those are? The big round fuses that you screw in? Not the modern circuit breakers of today. AND THERE WAS NO LIGHT.
Yes, you could turn on the light in the laundry room, but that light wasn't going to touch the deep dark recesses of that furnace alcove. Monsters lived in that alcove.
Now, don't go telling me there's no such thing as monsters. I grew up in the times of Ted Bundy. He was a monster. We used to try to freak each other out at Girl Scout Camp wondering if he was in the area. To us, he was just a name in the news. We were too young and naive to realize just how real and scary he was.
But the monsters that lived by the furnace were huge and hairy and ugly. I'm sure they were drooling and had sharp teeth. I'm pretty sure they had claws, too.
Inevitably, I would have to go to the basement for something. I would stand at the top of the stairs and turn on the light, which was a single bulb above the stairway. I would stare at the light switch at the bottom of the stairs that would light the laundry room. I would take a deep breath, peek around the corner, and the RUN. Down the stairs, hit the switch, fly across the room, grab what I needed, turn around, hit the switch back off and fly back up the stairs. I'd done it. I'd beat the monster again. Out of breath, I would look over my shoulder to make sure it hadn't followed me, hit the light switch for the stairs and close the door. Safe. Until next time.
Did you have monsters in YOUR house?