Topic: Sharing a scary childhood horror tale
Growing up in Texas as a child we were always moving, following dad on construction
jobs(went to a different school for every year, 1-6).
In one particular house where we lived in Fort Worth, it had a serious bug problem.
At night when all the lights out were these creepy crawlies would come out of the wood work. Mom said they were water bugs.
In order to get to the bathroom you had to go thru the kitchen. Now for the fun part.
I coudnl't go alone. Think I'm around 6 or 7. Have to wake mom up to walk me to the
can so I can go P.
We would stand in the kitchen door with me holding her hand in a death grip.
I would close my eyes and wait for her to turn the light on.
And I could never keep my eyes closed, I just had to look.
Flip went the light and the sound of my mom stomping the floor with her foot.
My eyes fly open and to my little imagination it looks like the floor is moving and there is the rustling sound of " thousands" of bug feet scritching across the floor as they
try to escape the light. We watched them as they made for all available exits, the fridge, stove, under the sink cabinets. It took all I had not to scream and wake the rest of the house My mom was always so calm about it and never gave me grief for waking her up.
Sure wish she was still around so I could hold her hand thru some of my adult horor tales.