Oh, my. That brings back such memories. We used to watch "scary" movies on Halloween. Once, my father blew it and introduced a genuinely frightening movie for kids, The Beast With Five Fingers. For those unfamiliar with that movie the premise is a dismembered hand that pulls itself around , leaping up and strangling random people.
The Beast lived in my closet. No, really. I was convinced that this was fact. If my white-painted door was ajar...which it generally was as my preferred method of room cleaning was tossing everything in my closet until I couldn't close the door...I would swear I could see it creeping open oh-so slowly as The Beast began it's laborious crawl to my bed.
My father courageously faced off against The Beast in an epic battle that spanned a day and evening. He emerged victorious but shaken. He explained...while my mother bathed his heroic brow...that the only way to ensure that no other monsters could gain a foothold in my closet was to keep it organized. Esteefee, my dad knew *everything *. He was truly the Best Dad Ever in that regard.
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Ah, logical children, the terror of parents (and priests) everywhere.
*high fives a fellow member of the tribe*
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Oh, my. That brings back such memories. We used to watch "scary" movies on Halloween. Once, my father blew it and introduced a genuinely frightening movie for kids, The Beast With Five Fingers. For those unfamiliar with that movie the premise is a dismembered hand that pulls itself around , leaping up and strangling random people.
The Beast lived in my closet. No, really. I was convinced that this was fact. If my white-painted door was ajar...which it generally was as my preferred method of room cleaning was tossing everything in my closet until I couldn't close the door...I would swear I could see it creeping open oh-so slowly as The Beast began it's laborious crawl to my bed.
Hollywood has a lot to answer for, my friend.
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He was also clearly a very clever bastard, too.
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