Rick,
This thing about made me crap my pants! Believe me that is a compliment! I love Werewolves; I have always had a fascination/fear of them since my early child hood.
Little story, I was about 5 -7 years old (not quite sure the age it was so long ago.) and my mom and dad rented American Werewolf in London. (I think that was it) I wanted to watch it but my dad said no, I wasn’t old enough it would give me nightmares. I begged him but he wouldn’t budge. So I waited until my mom and dad thought I was asleep and they popped the movie in downstairs.
The way our house was set up there was a section in one of our walls that led to the downstairs that had these window cutouts so you could see downstairs through. I was set, I was sitting upstairs peeking through these window cut outs watching the movie from afar in secrete, or so I thought. My dad must have noticed me peeking downstairs to see the movie so he waited for a climatic moment in the move, mind you I am around 6 years old sitting in the dark all alone watching a Werewolf movie for the first time, and my dad jumps up into the window and roars like a hairy beast. I must have jumped back about 7 feet and screamed like a little girl. My dad thought it was funny, guess I learned a lesson but I never wanted to take the trash out at night be cause of my child hood trauma. When I got a little older I had to go out back and get wood at night for our wood burning stove during the winter. There were many nights that I was for sure that I wouldn’t make it home alive and my mom and dad would be sorry that they ever gave me such a horrible job.
Peace,
NickZ.
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. Thanks so much for sharing what you can!
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