Anti-creepy rules

This short post was written for
Finish the Sentence Friday
– a blog hop hosted by Finding Ninee.
This week: “I used to think…” (5/16/2019)

sleeping-1159279_1920My bedroom at 314 Washington Street was right next to my parents’ room. And close to the bathroom and right down the hall from the living room and kitchen. It was a cozy and warm little house. And completely safe.

Except for those monsters under the bed. Good golly, Miss Molly. The ones who, if I wasn’t careful and quick when I got in or out, would grab me by the ankle and then … um, well, I knew for sure something dreadful would happen.

Yes, our family home was cozy and warm and safe … except for those creepy people looking in the windows at night when darkness kept all things “Outside” unknown, and the light inside exposed all of my secrets. I couldn’t imagine what those creatures would do, either, but it must be creepy.

Solution? I made rules.

And I often made the rules up as I went along.

For example, I created an imaginary and quite formindable 12-inch perimeter all around the bed. A demilitarized zone, if you would. Whether getting in or out, if my feet didn’t touch the DMZ, the under-bed bad guys couldn’t touch me. Problem solved.

I also decided that if I didn’t look out the window – not even peek – the creeps couldn’t look in. Even though the window was just as open and my life was just as exposed, they couldn’t see me if I didn’t look at them. You know, the creepy creatures I never did see.

And even if I managed to get into bed without who knows what happening, without looking at the windows, I still had to make sure those guys – as well as the ones who quite possibly inhabited the closet – had no power.

More rules.


if I don’t move my feet for the count of 30, they give up.
… if I lay on my belly instead of my side, they lose interest and disappear.
… if I pull the covers over my head.
… or sleep on this side – or that side.
… or cough only once.
… or cough a lot.
… just keep my eyes shut.
… just pray for at least 3 minutes.
… just … zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

My lovelies, either there were no monsters and creepy creatures or my rules were magical because I never did see or hear or feel them – not a-once.

I used to think there were bad things right there in my very own cozy, warm, and safe house. But thank goodness, I no longer do because, of course, I’m all grown up and reasonable and the silly things of my youth have disappeared.

Except, of course, for those ghosts, goblins, and the occasional witch which may, or may not, have taken up residence in our showers. And which, of course, I successfully thwart, stymie, and snooker by simply opening the shower curtains all the way when Tim is gone.

And keeping a downstairs light on.

I never look down the dimly-lit hallway.

Or forget to put on my robe.

Or open the linen closet…

Because my rules really do work.





  1. If works don’t fix it, yo.

    (You know, the fact of the matter is that our* efforts to protect ourselfs worked. Here we are, after all. Despite the assurances of the adults that it was ‘all in our imagination’ that only served to remind us that they didn’t understand. Their having surrendered their imagination when they emigrated (from the footnoted Childville).
    What an fun FTSF. More so as we both touched on the same theme, I prefer your take as it is far more enjoyable tale of life.
    *because we all hail from Childville, whether we maintain dual citizenship or not

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  2. This is so true! In fact, it must be true because it worked for me too, jumping into bed to eliminate the ankle catchers.
    Also, shower curtains DO belong open.
    I’m glad you linked up so we could confirm these points.

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    1. Thanks, Mardra. Honestly, I don’t know why the shower curtain thing is so important when I’m alone in the house – I don’t give it a second thought when Tim is home. That “meant for community” thing may be more far-reaching than just having coffee … xoxox


  3. This was a fun read because I suddenly remembered that I used to play these short of games at night in my room when I believed something was lurking. It helped me feel like I was in control, that I could protect myself if I did x,y,z. Then when I’d envision horrible things in life playing out, I’d wonder what I could do to stop them as well. Control over things is an illusion, I now know, but it is nice to have coping strategies even if they seem a bit silly.

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  4. Oh wow, your childhood fears are so similar to mine. The witch under my bed was also under my body’s rules… move too much and she moved. And yes, the orange one. Too real for comfort. I’m so glad you linked up!

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    1. Thanks, Kristi – Oh, btw, my prayer as Tim and I taxi and take off every time? “Please, dear Jesus, don’t let us die this time – I don’t want anyone to have to go through the house. I PROMISE I’ll make it better by our next trip…” xoxox


  5. They sure do work!
    I was talking about this with my kids and my mom over the weekend. The things we used to think – or still think – are in our closets and under my beds. I thought killer whales were in my closet! The scientific lack of logic is astonishing there, but they heart and mind know what they know!

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