These things happen in threes
Oct. 31st, 2006 05:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unknownfateHappy Halloween everybody!
Just for grins I'm doing an all-call for The Three Things That Scared You. I picked three things that scared me when I was a kid. (At least one of them still scares me though…)
1. The Headless Horseman. I used to wander far afield back when we lived in the foothills and I sometimes had a long way to run to get home when the sun started to go down. Hurrying through the darkening woods, it was easy to imagine the sound of hooves on the trail behind me. It made me hurry a little more. By the time I made it home, I would usually be at a full sprint.
2. The "I'm Coming Up" story they used to tell me as a kid... Y'know, the one where you're in bed and you hear a voice whispering "I'm coming up..." "I'm on the stairs..." "I'm in the hall..." "I'm at your door..." "I'm by your bed..." and so on. Freaked me out at the time.
3. My Grandmother's basement. Ho-ly cats... That place gave me the creeps, even as an adult. It was separated into three rooms with open stairs. No matter where you were down there, you were sure that if you looked up, there would be someone standing there watching.
When I was really little, I wasn't allowed down there because Raw Head and Bloody Bones would reach through the stairs and pull me under. (Or so I was told.) When I was big enough to go down there by myself, I was afraid of a man in the coal bin. Nobody told me about him. I was just sure he was there. He wore a red shirt and had messy hair and a bushy beard. I was terrified of him.
Mom tells me she was always afraid of that basement too, so I don’t feel too bad about that one. She grew up in that house, and she’s afraid of the basement to his day. She doesn’t know anything about the hairy man, though.
If you’ve got three things you want to share, let me know!
Just for grins I'm doing an all-call for The Three Things That Scared You. I picked three things that scared me when I was a kid. (At least one of them still scares me though…)
1. The Headless Horseman. I used to wander far afield back when we lived in the foothills and I sometimes had a long way to run to get home when the sun started to go down. Hurrying through the darkening woods, it was easy to imagine the sound of hooves on the trail behind me. It made me hurry a little more. By the time I made it home, I would usually be at a full sprint.
2. The "I'm Coming Up" story they used to tell me as a kid... Y'know, the one where you're in bed and you hear a voice whispering "I'm coming up..." "I'm on the stairs..." "I'm in the hall..." "I'm at your door..." "I'm by your bed..." and so on. Freaked me out at the time.
3. My Grandmother's basement. Ho-ly cats... That place gave me the creeps, even as an adult. It was separated into three rooms with open stairs. No matter where you were down there, you were sure that if you looked up, there would be someone standing there watching.
When I was really little, I wasn't allowed down there because Raw Head and Bloody Bones would reach through the stairs and pull me under. (Or so I was told.) When I was big enough to go down there by myself, I was afraid of a man in the coal bin. Nobody told me about him. I was just sure he was there. He wore a red shirt and had messy hair and a bushy beard. I was terrified of him.
Mom tells me she was always afraid of that basement too, so I don’t feel too bad about that one. She grew up in that house, and she’s afraid of the basement to his day. She doesn’t know anything about the hairy man, though.
If you’ve got three things you want to share, let me know!
