Fear of the Dark
…and she counted, one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - she took a deep breath, opened her eyes and it was gone. The hairs, standing up across my neck, finally lied down when mama told my brother, sister and me how to win against shadows, bogeymen, and things that go bump in the night. Plop, plop, went the steady brown drops of water as they fell into the old mop bucket from the stained ceiling in mama’s bedroom. “Mama.”, blurted my big sister Wendy, “I don’t care about monsters, I think it’s a bunch of nonsense that BABIES...”, she emphasized while looking at me…"are afraid of…"
