An Eerie House

31 Oct

I was quite the story-teller as a kid.  I could spin a tale from anything that I would see and share it with friends with convincing conviction.  Here’s an example:

There was a house in my neighbourhood.  It was a small, kind of Eerie house that stood almost hidden in the shrubs (or trees).  This house appeared out of nowhere into our world and just stood there, almost certainly hidden, ready for me to spin a tale.

Well, one day we had this new babysitter.  Just to let you know, both my brother and I were always well-behaved children and a joy to any babysitter – old or new.  So let’s call this new babysitter M.  She was huge (maybe she wasn’t, but everybody seems huge to a five year old).  I don’t know why but I wanted to scare this HUGE woman.  I wanted to see if I could actually scare a HUGE woman.  After our initial awkwardness had passed, I asked M if she had seen that Eerie house on her way.

M: Yes, I did.

I: Did you know that house had a man who hanged himself?

M: Really? [not believing a five-year old]

I: Yep, and he poisoned his wife to death.

M: Who… how… who told you all this?

I:  Did you see the windows?

M: No.

I: Of course you didn’t.  The window panes are all smeared with blood so they don’t look like windows.

M: Shut up and go to bed.

Growing up in the neighbourhood, I did feel guilty whenever I passed that house.  It may never have been an “Eerie” house after all.  People actually lived there.  Maybe it was just one summer when it was ignored… But for me to concoct a horror tale of a man who hanged himself after poisoning his wife and still have blood smeared all over the windows… Seriously!!!

[p.s. I assume I was five years old because when the tale was told I was still attending preschool.]

via Daily Prompt: Eerie

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7 Responses to “An Eerie House”

  1. the scribbling writer October 31, 2016 at 4:44 pm #

    Perhaps it is very typical of us to make up stories about houses that are out of the ordinary. Especially houses out in the middle of the woods. Our imaginations just run away from us. Great post, I enjoyed this immensely!

    • s1ngal October 31, 2016 at 4:47 pm #

      You’re right. I haven’t stopped making up stories but I have definitely stopped speaking them out loud.

      • the scribbling writer October 31, 2016 at 4:54 pm #

        You shouldn’t stop speaking them out loud. You know, what you imagine could turn out into something really spectacular! (And scary the pants off of someone!) LOL

      • s1ngal October 31, 2016 at 4:58 pm #

        Amen, My Inspirer! May you never regret this 😀

  2. Pakhi October 31, 2016 at 5:24 pm #

    Hahaha! Enjoyed this…it is almost natural to think of such a house in this way!

    • s1ngal October 31, 2016 at 5:28 pm #

      Good to know u enjoyed it! 🙂 Happy halloween

      • Pakhi October 31, 2016 at 5:29 pm #

        Happy Halloween to you too!

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