Saturday, December 24, 2011

Spine tingling night

Pretty much the only thing that scares me at this point in my life is something bad happening to my family - or so I thought.

I discovered another "thing" last week.
This is It...Stephen King's It to be exact. This It is not the thing I'm scared of. 
Here's the scenario:

It was Mama's turn to go to our community group from church, so I stayed home with the girls and put them down.  That doesn't scare me, anymore, but I still won't do bath time alone.

Normally, the girls pick up all their toys before bed, but since they weren't feeling that well I allowed them to just go to bed without cleaning up.  They went down and I went to work.

The mess wasn't that bad, so I had it all put away in about five minutes.  The last thing I did was toss a small ball into the toy bin. 

Thirty seconds later, a toy sitting a foot away from the ball bin made a noise.  This is a brand new toy.  The batteries are new so you can't put any blame there.  I looked at it for a second, decided something must have jostled it somehow, and turned to go get a drink.
That's what the little dinosaur said to me.

I froze.  I was waiting for Chucky to come slice me up.  Ever so slowly I turned around and stared at the toy.  It wasn't smiling, glowing, or doing some spinning head thing.  I'm pretty sure the toy doesn't have that word in its vocabulary, so I was a little bit freaked. 
Good old Chucky
Justification sets in.  I decided since we haven't had it more than two days, I just wasn't familiar with the sounds it made.  After standing there for a minute I went back to get my drink.
"Bye- Bye"
I nearly crapped my pants. 

Within two seconds there was some metallic clanking sound coming from the other room.  I moved quickly to see if the dogs were messing with something, but they were both sleeping, and the noise stopped as I entered that room.

At this point, the hair on my arms and back of my neck is standing up.  My heart is thumping so loudly I can feel it and hear it.  Adrenaline is racing through my body.  I'm starting to shake as I fight the urge to run screaming from the house.  I want to look in the room with the dogs, but I don't want to take my eyes off that creepy little dinosaur thing. 

My girls are going to sleep in the next room, I need to protect them.  Should I put the toy in the freezer?  Maybe just set it outside?  Will handling it just piss it off?  Will I need an oven mitt to handle it?  Maybe the prongs from the fireplace tools?  Maybe I should just leave it alone unless it does it again.

I decided no action was the best course of action at that point.  I was still concerned my house might be possessed, or at least this new toy was.  There was only one thing I could think to do.

I may have uttered the following words:
In the name of Jesus Christ my personal Lord and Savior I command you evil spirits to leave this house!
I've seen the exorcist, and I know this might not always work, but it made me feel better - as did those drinks I finally got to have.  The dinosaur has not uttered any unprovoked words yet, so maybe I'm onto something.  The voices have stopped.

At least the ones outside my head.

Merry Christmas!  Enjoy your new toys and their demons!!


irishtwinsmommababybook said...

That is funny. I have experienced it oh so many times, thinking the same thing because Chuckie scares the crap out of me!!! That Laugh and Play with me puppy did that and so did a puzzle. You just gotta give them away. :)

Merry Christmas!!!

MandyE (Twin Trials and Triumphs) said...

Whatever you do, don't get it wet!!!

Oh, and this is yet another reason I **try** to avoid toys with batteries. If the wooden shapes are talking, you KNOW you have issues! Hahaha!!!

Hope you all have a wonderful Christmas, too!

championm2000 said...

hahaha...this post is even funnier because I can so relate! One time a toy got stuck under the car seat and I thought I was hearing bells and whistles...

Merry Christmas!

Helene said...

Doesn't it just freak the crap out of you when toys do that? We used to have a toy that would just randomly start playing...but always in the middle of the night.

Tim finally ripped the batteries out of it and threw it in the backyard one night.

Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas!