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Christine Rains is hosting "What was your childhood monster?" blogfesthttp://christinerains-writer.blogspot.com/
As a small child, I lived in a warm and cheery 2 story house built along the cuddly lines of Poe's House of Usher.
Appropriately, my cat at the time was named SPOOKY,
having wandered in Halloween night as if she owned the place.
Mother worked nights as a waitress, leaving me alone to watch horror movies late weekend nights.
My childhood monster? THE DARK AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS.
Turning off the TV when the dread snow of the dead station crackled loud in the dark house, I would walk hesitantly to the foot of the stairs.
In the ominous dark at top of the stairs, I would picture whatever monster I had just seen gleefully killing victim after victim.
The thought of vampires had me going to sleep with the covers pulled up to the tip of my chin and a sock wrapped around my throat.
Any vampire trying for me would get a mouthful of smelly footwear!
But as I stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up, I envisioned a shadow-shrouded, waiting zombie, silently swaying,
bloody fingers outstretched, black-lipped mouth working wordlessly.
Like the hero I was, I would shush Spooky up the stairs before me. If the zombie got my unwitting feline friend, I would race into the bathroom and lock the door!
Spooky happily was unaware of my fiendish plot and ambled up the stairs safely night after night.
She is probably waiting for me in that Land That Knows No Shadow to pop me a good one with her paw after this post though!
So now you have an insight why voodoo and zombies play such a role in my UNDER A VOODOO MOON!
