As I tossed and turned in the wee hours this morning I realized it was because I was hot. Living in Florida we are still experiencing summer like temps. Anyway, I threw off the covers and in my half sleep realized I had also thrown off the sheet. Eegads! Quick!…. My brain immediately screamed “pull the sheet up at least over half of your body, woman!” Why? Well, isn’t it obvious? Monsters.
Can it only be me who has a thing about monsters under the bed? Everyone knows about the ones in the closet – plenty of folks know about closet monsters. What I want to know is how many of you know about the under the bed ones. I have often asked myself if my (monsters under the bed) fear stems from a simple childhood incident. Can I blame it on that? On one of my siblings? Or was it really television’s fault.
Who’s to say. To be generous (but insincere) I will say it was a combination of the two. (I know who to blame!) As a child, I loved watching the B rated science fiction movies on Saturday afternoons . Ah, my baby clarklike mind already embracing that which is not of this world. LOL
“What was the incident”, you ask? A little back history first. I’m the baby of the family. The 4th in line (that’s the end of the line) in the hierarchy of children. My siblings are 8, 10 and 12 years older than myself. The “incident” involved one of my brothers, the one 8 years older than myself. Just young enough to imagine the scariest thing to do to a 3 year old but not quite old enough to realize the implications of doing it.
Scene: Nighttime, house quiet, location of parents unknown. It’s time for baby me to go to bed. Since this happened in the house where I spent my first 5 years of life, I’m guessing I was around 3 or so. Being a typical 1950’s ranch style home, the bedrooms were down a hallway off the kitchen. Baby Girlie’s bedroom was at the end of the hallway, the last one on the left. (OMG! That should have been a clue! Even though the movie had yet to be a twinkle in anyone’s eye! LOL)
My little body had been in bed for less than 20 minutes or so, beginning to drift into never never land when unbenownst to my formidable and very impressionable young mind, my youngest brother was literally slithering his way into my bedroom (Yes. Really. On the floor. If you’ve seen the original The Grinch Who Stole Christmas then you know. He ( the Grinch) was superlative in his slithering throughout the houses in Whoeville……) until he reached the side of my bed and proceeded to scare the living bejezzus out of me. Given that I may have only just fallen asleep….well you can understand the horror, the terror I felt.
Was this the origin of bedsheets as protection from monsters? ( under the bed and/or closet variety). All I know is, to this day, there is some part of me that cannot lie too long in bed without some sort of “safety blanket”. Who knew a simple square of cotton could be so powerful? No wonder Superman wore a cape.
***Next up: Casper The Ghost – Murder or Staged Suicide? (more GirlieOnTheEdge memories)