August 27, 2004 - 11:11 a.m.
Well, I don't really know how to bring this one about, so I'm just going to spill it.
Last night, I get out of the shower around 10:30 (had to work late at the barn), and Kiddo's in my bed when I walk out of my bathroom.
"Surprise!!!" she says, nearly sending me through the fucking ceiling (& it's concrete mind you...)
I asked her why on Earth she was awake & she starts to weep, softly, but without an end in sight. I layed down next to her & tried to help her relax. She tells me it's the monsters in her dreams, (see: 'Tales Of Children Who Sneak Sugar Before Bedtime'...) and she can't go back to sleep or they'll get her.
It's now 11:45 and she's finally conked out.
Wheeew.
Now I can't sleep.
This is where it gets wierd. I'm on my back with my eyes open. She's in my bed. I have one hand on my stomache and the left flopped just over the edge of the bed...
A fucking chill shot through me that made me wince. For no reason what-so-ever, I envisioned this 8'6" black ghoul, with a tattered dingy loincloth hanging from his knarled bones sliding 1/10 of a mile an hour out from beneath my bed ready to snatch me into his jowls and grind me into paste with his acid-like saliva.
Can I get a 'what the fuck'?
I have no clue what brought on, well let's call him Fred, but I had to close my eyes and snuggle up to a 4 yr. old little girl so he wouldn't get me.
I don't understand... I didn't even have any sugar. Fucking monsters.
