I didn’t have any apocalyptic scary religious stories to give me night terrors when I was a kid. Even as a Christian adult they never seemed potentially real enough to me — gee, maybe I didn’t have enough faith.
But anyway, I had plenty of non-religious fears. Below are mine. What are yours?
- Headless Hattie: a horrible ghost story by YMCA camp counselors
- Russian Nuclear Bombs: the 50s and 60s were scary like that.
- The Basement: I always had to run up the basement stairs quickly looking behind myself, because that is when the basement monster would get you.
- The Attic: we were told that if we went up to the attic at my friend’s house, we could fall through the floor to our deaths.
- The Dark: I slept with the light on for a long time.
- The Pit: A black plastic dipping tank at my Dad’s factory. He warned us that if we fell in it, we’d disappear to the bottom and suffocate.
- The Portrait: At grandma’s big, old house there was a huge head portrait of my dead great-great grandfather in the bedroom we had to sleep in.
I wonder what my kids are adding to their lists.