Ghosts

Since childhood, I loved, loved, loved Calvin and Hobbes comics. My dad had a soft cover Essential Calvin and Hobbes edition that I read religiously. Even today, Calvin is so relatable and his imagination seems just as wild and expansive as mine. I’ve been wanting the collection of books for a while now so I’ve made little notes for Christmas (It’s getting close, I swear!). Not wanting to wait to dive into some nostalgic (Why do I have such trouble with that word) memories, I surfed some of the older comic strips online and came across this one:

Ha. This sums up a great deal of my childhood for me.

This made me laugh and remember countless sleepovers with a fellow blogger, Nicole. Now I’m not exactly sure where I stand on the paranormal but my over active imagination coupled with anxiety turn me into a paranoid mess when it comes to creepy things like that.

Nicole must have been the same way for every time we got together for a sleepover or hung out alone, one or the other (Nicole, I’m going to blame mostly you here) would hear something from down the hall or outside. Commence the freaking out.

I think we were in grade 9 or ten when we were hanging out at my parents place alone and she swore she heard something down the hall in my room. Damnit. We arm ourselves with brooms and creep down the hall slowly. A picture frame gets caught on the end of her broom handle and breaks, we freak but survive. I didn’t tell my mom until years later.

 Another year we slept outside on her deck and stayed up for hours looking at this bizarre light in the sky right above the horizon line. We creeped ourselves out so bad that we slept inside. Our minds go to worst case scenario and imagine some sort of demon ghosts out for our souls. Just the mention of ‘Did you hear that?’ gives me the heebie jeebies.

Imagine these things happening every time we got together. I don’t know how many times I’ve been armed with a broom handle or stick or some sort and she’s convinced me to ‘go check things out’. Hah. Tables turned one summer when we were camping at Aloutte lake. Midnight we were in the bathrooms alone washing our hands in the near dark and all of a sudden the stall door at the far end of the building slams shut ALL ON ITS GODAMN OWN. I don’t think I’ve ever ran that fast before or since that day. My frantic escape lead to me nearly bowling Nicole over and running a what felt like a quarter km back to camp in flipflops on a gravel road, leaving her in the dust with the shit demon in the bathroom. Sorry Nicole. I wasn’t my day to be the brave one bahahah.

My fear of the unknown made me avoid scary movies like the plague. Recently my group of friends have been having scary movie nights. I drag myself to them because I want to be a part of the get together but I usually end up curled on the couch with my eyes glued to my phone or else I just wouldn’t be able to handle it. Once we get home and into bed, Corey is asleep before his head even hits the pillow as I am left awake thinking about demon children in my closet after my mortal soul or a mutant killer that wants to rip my innards from out of my armpits. Yikes. 

Brain, shut up!