When I was nine years old, I liked those troll dolls. You know, those ugly plastic things with the brightly colored hair?
Yeah. I had several of them.
My brother (six years older than me) used to tell me that they moved around my room at night and watched me while I slept…
My response? The ever-effective, “Nuh uh!”
I was smarter than that!
So he dropped the issue and life continued on as normal. Except that the roof began leaking above my room and one or two of the ceiling tiles had to be removed!
I think you can all imagine my complete terror when one day, after leaving my room just for a minute to get something to drink, I come back to find several of those troll dolls, standing in a line all around the edge of one of those removed ceiling tiles, staring down at me…
I don’t think I’ve been the same since.
Hahaha ohh man that would have me scarred for life! Did you at least get *some* sort of revenge on your brother?
You mean” our John”put those troll dolls up around the missing tile area looking down to scare you?That brother of yours…devious comes to mind.lol
Fortunately, his awesome moments far outweigh the times he terrorized me
that is pretty darned funny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah, I think so too