sunday scribblings
THE MONSTER*
so I write about my childhood monsters. I had many.
the one that I still think of often is 'the hand under the bed'
*many times, as I was drifting of to sleep I would see a hand coming out from under my bed - just a hand, no other part of the body.
But in this hand was always a gift, just sitting there.
all wrapped up and tied with a bow.
I would look at it and wonder what was in the gift but was never game enough to take it. I would look and pull the blankets up over my head, I would lie there looking, trying to be brave enough to take that gift, but, I was scared that whatever this hand belonged to, would grab me if I took the gift.
Now, I wonder what would have happened if I had taken it.
Would my life have been different?
was it a gift from a spirit or an angel or a faery?
I wonder.
guess I will never know
posted by Miss Robyn | 8:00 am
6 Comments:
I would forever wonder what was in the pretty box!
Mine was a lion on the foot of my bed! Don't know why but that's the "monster" of my childhood.
What strange recurring dreams - and yes, the gift is a mystery. But the hand would have spooked me too. As a child, I checked under my bed for a tiger and had nightmares about giant snakes wearing aprons and cooking kidnapping my mother! :)
I don't know...I think I would also be skeptical of a gift that comes so easy...
Scary but enticing at the same time. How strange. I wonder........
I think things haooen for a reason, so maybe it`s best that you didn`t reach for it.
I remember waking up one night and touching a strange hand. I was alone so there wasn`t supposed to be another hand anywhere in the room. It was dark and it scared the crap out of me. Then I realized it was my own hand, gone completly numb.
The only real thing that happened was as a teenager I was just about to fall asleep and suddenly my whole body was pinned to the bed. I couldn`t move. It was terrifying. It only lasted a few seconds luckily. I peeled myself up and ran out of the room into the bathroom. My face was white.
A friend from Newfoundland told me years later that there they call that being visited by the hag. It`s apparently quite a common occurrance.
tea
xo
haooen??? Well I guess that`s what happens to a two finger typer who doesn`t check spelling before sending.
tea
xo
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