Ghost Stories
I have to get this down before I forget it. Alice wanted to "tell scary stories" tonight. I told her I don't know any scary stories, so she decided to tell me one. That kid has got an imagination big as...well, a 4-year-old's imagination, I guess.
The first story was about a boy and his family who moved to a creepy neighborhood where they were ghosts and were wolves and ghost spiders in the house next door. One night one of the ghosts carried the boy into the house. "The were wolves chomped and chomped, the ghost spiders clawed and clawed and the spider webs sang creepy songs. But there was something else [ominous pause]...a monster with four legs and a big body that stomped and stomped. And they all wanted to eat him up!"
Don't worry. The boy gets saved by a nice coyote who was also captured by the ghosts. The coyote, the boy and his family move back to the city "where it's safe."
She was on a roll by this time and talked me into another story, this one about "a big ugly bear with werewolves in his stomach. The werewolves were dead, but their bones still moved."
Both of the stories went on and on for quite a while with lots of and-then-one-nights and but-there-was-alsos. Both stories were about boys and both boys were saved by their sword wielding sisters (go girls!). The second story about the bear had a lot of acting things out with her teddy bear, mostly me being eaten by it, but the bear also "chomped up houses and clothes and closets and roofs and, and, and everything!"
Is this what it was like to tuck little Stephen King in to bed? :)
The first story was about a boy and his family who moved to a creepy neighborhood where they were ghosts and were wolves and ghost spiders in the house next door. One night one of the ghosts carried the boy into the house. "The were wolves chomped and chomped, the ghost spiders clawed and clawed and the spider webs sang creepy songs. But there was something else [ominous pause]...a monster with four legs and a big body that stomped and stomped. And they all wanted to eat him up!"
Don't worry. The boy gets saved by a nice coyote who was also captured by the ghosts. The coyote, the boy and his family move back to the city "where it's safe."
She was on a roll by this time and talked me into another story, this one about "a big ugly bear with werewolves in his stomach. The werewolves were dead, but their bones still moved."
Both of the stories went on and on for quite a while with lots of and-then-one-nights and but-there-was-alsos. Both stories were about boys and both boys were saved by their sword wielding sisters (go girls!). The second story about the bear had a lot of acting things out with her teddy bear, mostly me being eaten by it, but the bear also "chomped up houses and clothes and closets and roofs and, and, and everything!"
Is this what it was like to tuck little Stephen King in to bed? :)