Who stole my hairy toe? This is the grimace Ian would terrify me with once darkness had fallen when we were boys. He would illuminate his face from below his chin with a small torch and peer around the partion that separated our quarters. Through the darkness, he would point a bent finger toward me and deliver his terrifying lines with the calm manic conviction of Malcolm McDowell in Evilenko mode. The fallen ones are coming for you tonight in your dreams. They told me that they are going to take you away, forever. Haha. That, together with mothers Dame Edna style glasses, which absolutely terrified me as a small boy, gave me the capacity to appreciate a good horror story on a dark and stormy night. Thank ye lord that those glasses went out of fashion in the early 70s, and mum stopped wearing them. The frequent nightmares became merely occasional thereafter.
Posted on: Tue, 26 Aug 2014 11:25:39 +0000
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