Week Two...Death Eating Computer's

When're you're six years old, addicted to movies, add an already mega huge imaginaion, and some pretty big and sometimes scary ideas come out of nowhere. Fortunitly I loved being scared, and I was always trying to think two steps ahead of everything. For example, laying in my bed at night I hear a creepy noise, well no problem cause I already plotted out my escape plan in case of a robber! Anyways, one night after watching a series of Mr.Gadget, The Terminator, and Ghost Busters (this was my how my babysitter amused me), I went down stairs to play on the computer on my favorite Micky Mouse game. Well, after I turned the machine off like my parents instructed me, a thought accured. Suddenly fear struck my body, and I took off sprinting up the stairs, tripped and started to sceam. "IT was coming" I thought. Somehow I pictured that the computer became demonted, was mad at me for turning it off, and was chasing after me. Did I mention that our computer sat in a creepy basement, in a dark erie corner, away from everyone else in the family? I mean, I was already a kid who felt bad if my Beenie Baby sat by themselve. From that night on, I refused to go anywhere near the computer unless forced. Even then, I would make sure that when I pressed the OFF button I was in a take off positon to sprint upstairs, and out of danger.

Needless say, I grew out of that fear. I still think about it after I log off for the night and walk upstairs. I still feel that grip on my heart for a split second, before I relax call myself silly, and let go.