Demon Unicorn
With the approach of Halloween, there has been some discussion on one of the mailing lists I belong to, about what things freak you out. This morning, I was reading through some of the responses to the thread and I recalled an incident from my late teens that had not only me, but my mum and younger sister freaked to hell for a long while.
Every August, there is a carnival in our capital city, called The EKKA (short for Exhibition) and like all carnivals, it has the usual sideshow rides and games, coconut shies, laughing clowns, ghost trains, etc. I played one of the games and won a little plush Unicorn.
Something like this one
I thought he was the cutest thing, and carried him all over the show grounds as I continued to enjoy my day, then took him home, where he was warmly welcomed into our family and given pride of place on top of the living room wall unit.
Well, it turned out that thing had a demon. I swear! In a matter of days, he had my mother, my sister, me and the cat totally freaked as hell. There he would sit on his throne, presiding over the living room with a wall-eyed, evil glare, his golden horn twinklling evilly in the light from the florescent bar over head. It didn't matter where in the room you sat or stood, that baleful eye was bent upon you, and you could see the glint of murder in his gaze.
We tried changing the angle he was set at. If anything, that made him madder. My sister swore that his darling little blue eyes had turned red on one occasion. We had no reason to doubt it!
We tried moving him from his exulted perch to an armchair that no one ever used. The evil in him roiled up at this indignity and he was promptly placed back upon his throne.
Mum tried turning his face to the wall.
Well, if evil has a rear end, his rear end was it! Even that freaked us out.
He wound up being relegated to the top shelf of my mother's wardrobe, buried in old unwanted clothes and the next time the local St Vincent De Paul had a clothing and toys drive, he was bundled up and donated along with the clothes.
I wonder who ended up buying him, or if he still molders away somewhere at the back of some forgotten cupboard just waiting the day when someone discovers him and he returns to wreak a terrible vengeance on the world?
Every August, there is a carnival in our capital city, called The EKKA (short for Exhibition) and like all carnivals, it has the usual sideshow rides and games, coconut shies, laughing clowns, ghost trains, etc. I played one of the games and won a little plush Unicorn.
Something like this one
I thought he was the cutest thing, and carried him all over the show grounds as I continued to enjoy my day, then took him home, where he was warmly welcomed into our family and given pride of place on top of the living room wall unit.
Well, it turned out that thing had a demon. I swear! In a matter of days, he had my mother, my sister, me and the cat totally freaked as hell. There he would sit on his throne, presiding over the living room with a wall-eyed, evil glare, his golden horn twinklling evilly in the light from the florescent bar over head. It didn't matter where in the room you sat or stood, that baleful eye was bent upon you, and you could see the glint of murder in his gaze.
We tried changing the angle he was set at. If anything, that made him madder. My sister swore that his darling little blue eyes had turned red on one occasion. We had no reason to doubt it!
We tried moving him from his exulted perch to an armchair that no one ever used. The evil in him roiled up at this indignity and he was promptly placed back upon his throne.
Mum tried turning his face to the wall.
Well, if evil has a rear end, his rear end was it! Even that freaked us out.
He wound up being relegated to the top shelf of my mother's wardrobe, buried in old unwanted clothes and the next time the local St Vincent De Paul had a clothing and toys drive, he was bundled up and donated along with the clothes.
I wonder who ended up buying him, or if he still molders away somewhere at the back of some forgotten cupboard just waiting the day when someone discovers him and he returns to wreak a terrible vengeance on the world?