Mary Ann
At this spooky time of year with Halloween just around the corner, I was trying to find a family Halloween tale. Of course, we have a Timmy story where I was the victim, and it scared me to death.
When I was young, I feared wolves. I guess it was one too many fairytales. You know, Little Red Riding Hood kind of genre. Timmy knew this and took every opportunity to scare me about them. So, one Halloween Timmy took my mother’s wig and fur coat. We had a rubber wolf mask that may be the root of my fears, so Timmy included the mask as part of his makeshift wolf costume. He dressed up and hid under my bed.
Night came. I innocently went to my bedroom and crawled under the covers turning off the light as I snuggled in. The room was dark and out from under the bed came this creature, all brown, all hairy, and loudly growling! There was a wolf in my bedroom, and it looked like it was going to eat me for its dinner. I was shaking and screaming. Nightmares were coming true! And then the giggles began. It wasn’t a wolf. It was Timmy!
Our parents came running and they too had to laugh at the costume – it was clever! It is now funny, but that night I was terrified. I was reassured that there were no wolves under my bed. I can’t remember if Timmy got in trouble, but he was in trouble all the time anyway. Timmy does not remember this incident at all. I, however, have never forgotten that the big, bad wolf was under my bed. For a long time, I hesitated as I walked into a dark room, and I always looked under my bed before going to sleep. I sort of still do….
Silver Sage Sisters 