"'Darling, you can't rape a townie.'- Barb Coard, Black Christmas"
Something Under the Bed
This needs to be made into a 50's sci-fi or a late 70's style horror flick:
http://paranormal.about.com/library/blstory_march06_05.htm
Jessica
did we get spammed by someody in the middle east?
True story--
I was like 6 or 7, when we lived in Georgia. Until I was like 8 and my dad finally realized the crap she put me through and her rights were terminated, my biological mother used to punish me by making me watch gruesome horror movies, whatever freaky sh*t she could get her hands on (needless to say, I was a nervous, paranoid, friggin' schizo kid. Who grew up to me a nervous, paranoid, not-quite-as-schizo adult... LOL).
I wouldn't walk up to my bed, thanks to some movie about tiny pink monsters that grabbed some kid and ate him under the bed. Or go to the toilet alone, thanks to Ghoulies, etc. So one night, I went to get into bed and did my usual running leap, and was nearly asleep. The next thing I knew, something slammed across my legs.
Of course my parents inssted I was dreaming, but dreams don't leave a perfect, even line of bruises across my shins!
Yeah. I think it's a good mix of a kid's mind taking something that DID happen and because they don't see it all the way or just don't understand it (or their biological mother slipped acid into the mac and cheese...) so their mind uses whatever fodder is there to complete the story.
I'm sort of playing around with that idea in one of my books right now.








I vote for calling it The Thing Under The Bed instead.
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