Monday, October 6, 2014

Bump in the Night

{I hear Dracula had a blankie, too.}

As the Bauer Boys were spending their Sunday afternoon playing chase with the girl from next door, something dark and shadowy caught Nathan's eye.

It was a ghastly skeleton hung on the neighbor's front porch, flanked by plastic bats and spiderwebs. Nathan and his buddy ran to inspect the work being done and to touch every Halloween decoration. Owen, however, was left in the dust.

Nathan has always been fascinated by things that scare him. He spooks easily {and gets that from me}, but he's just drawn to it. To the point that we've had a talk about checking out books about the history of vampires and "real" scary stories from the school library. I'll trade the nightmares for a book about constellations, thank you very much. However, he seems to be able to decipher the real from the fake. The little guy left standing alone in our front yard is just as excited about Halloween and the ghosts and goblins that come with it, but he's not as quick to accept.

Once Jonathan grabbed Owen's hand and encouraged him to play with the spooky collection, he had a blast. He was making a skull tell jokes to his brother by the time the sun started to set. The boys said goodbye and were each gifted a pair of glow-in-the-dark fangs. The Halloween obsession was fed and we were good to carry on with bedtime. Every tooth was brushed and every toy was put away {both truths stretched} and finally every head was down for the night.

Until we heard Owen's blood-curdling scream.

Jonathan and I reacted with a panic, because that's not the most pleasant alarm clock. Owen, shivering with fear and adrenaline, said he was walking through the kitchen to get to our room and heard a spooky sound. He finally calmed down enough to sleep, but has since spent every waking moment recounting the scary tale. He's reasoned that it was a truck in the driveway. Or a monster in the living room. Or Wolverine scratching at the window. Or a black cat trying to get inside. Or something creepy from the neighbor's porch.

I'm not sure who suggested this, but Jonathan and I decided the ice maker could be a possibility. Once we unloaded after school today, I dumped the ice out of the refrigerator to encourage it to make more. Owen gasped as the new cubes fell, and his round eyes grew as the sound of water rushing into the tray met his ears.

"You silly refrigerator. I was scared of NUFFING."

I could still see fear in his eyes as he let it process, but at least he's going to the bathroom alone again. Keep your fingers crossed that the poor kid sleeps tonight. I told you this spooky tale for two reasons. Number One: to show you Owen's fangs and Number Two: to ask an important question. Are anyone else's kids as obsessed as mine are with Halloween and scary things? Is this a natural part of childhood or are they just gluttons for punishment??

I've already had to turn off Disney Channel Halloween specials {Disney!?} because they were too creepy, and that was met with protest. I suppose we'll watch It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown until November. Happy Monday, y'all. Watch out for those ice makers!

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Unknown said...

I remember after moving into this house being a bit creeped out by the noises the fridge made. Tell Nathan he's not alone. :)

The Gifted Gabber said...

Poor little guy! I remember how the walls would "pop" in my parents' house when I was growing up. They still live in the same house and sometimes I hear the pops and remember how freaked out I used to get.
I love the "truths stretched" part of your story. :)

Anonymous said...

One of my two year olds asks "WHAT'S DAT!" every time the ice maker makes that sound! It doesn't matter how many times I tell her it's just an ice maker.

Jessica Bauer said...

Thanks for the support girls. I know it will make him feel better to know he's not alone. ;) Anything is spooky in the dark of the night!