2 posts tagged “closet monster”

What were you afraid of when you were younger that seems silly to you now?
Submitted by wandie

I had a name for the monster in my closet. Was it Mr. McGoo? It was totally dark in the closet and the only light was on the other side of the door when Sean Connery had turned on a light to go to bed. All I had to do was open my eyes and give him the key to open the door and I would be in the light. It was so traumatic. Something happened....between 1950-1953 at the Old Book Depository. Sean wasn't there. Children were there. Someone had taken off the head of a child actress and a hand and tried to pull an eye out of someone I thought was Sandy Duncan but that wasn't her name from Polly Pix goes to Washington. They put a gun down. And, I picked it up I thought. Sandy and I crawled into the air duct when people went running. I was taught how to shoot before I could spell. We pulled the little girl with cut off arm and all into the duct with us and the reel from the camera. We waited for it to get quiet and we left. Men came and set the place on fire. Was Vic Morrow looking for his headless daughter? She was only about three years old. They had cut off Vic's finger you know and a man's leg and a woman's arm. Was this when Jay North lost both parents?
I went to visit Mr. Holt in prison in the seventies. He tried to pick up both my hands and I pulled away. He said, "I know what they did to my daughter. I know what they did to you." I ran outside and placed my hands over both ears and vomited. I did the Charlie Polloy video either in the FBI stockroom or a studio stockroom. And I did a second video of me singing "building skyscrappers ..." the same song.
Silliness protects a child I think until nature catches up and says, "its okay to remember...the memory is something you can handle now."
It never did have anything to do with Cuba. And John Tail never did find his sister.

What were you afraid of when you were younger that seems silly to you now?
Submitted by wandie

I was afraid of the closet monster. Was I working with Sean Connery in a movie around the age of four years old?
"Open this door."
I am in the closet. I can't open the door. I would have to move an arm  to unlock the door. I have the key in my pocket. I cannot reach the key because I would have to move my hand. I can hear Sean's voice so I am assuming that it is Sean Connery.
"I can't," I squeaked.
"Why can't you open the door?"
"There's a man hiding inside."
"Can you see the man?"
"No."
"What does he look like?"
I gave a description.
"Can you see him right now?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because my eyes are closed."
"I want you to open your eyes and tell me what he looks like?"
There was no one there.
"I want you to push the key under the door so I can let you out."
And, I did. But, he really had to talk me into it.
Was this a real memory?
I was cleaning out & painting a closet on Barclay Street in 1987. I closed the door and in my mind I could hear Sean Connery's voice, "open this door". Strange what we can remember when we grow older. I sat in the Barclay closet with the door closed and nothing terrible came out of the dark to grab me. I was growing up. I reasoned with myself that if there truly were things like demons that I had nothing to fear. What could a demon do that a man could not? In fact a demon could do less harm one would think than an actual human. I don't get the "let's frighten humans thing."
I use to be afraid of walking in the woods as a child. So, I prayed to Jehovah for him to send me Gabriel. I would pretend that Jah had heard my prayer and that Gabriel was between me and the bear...me and the wolf...me and the bad man...me and Randolph Scott (all four of them...the meanest being T. Melbourne Wigle). "It'll (wolf and bear) will get Gabriel first." And, it didn't bother me at all that Gabriel would have to be mulled by the bear.
I am a very silly person. On depressive walks I may be inclined to call out, "Oh Mr. Wolf..."
Once, my cousins who were younger than myself had been playing outside when we turned to find that four bears had wandered out into the potato field and one was almost right up to us. I told my cousins not to run..."just to walk in front of me slowly...don't turn around." She was right behind me. "Oh Gabriel...?" my friend??? where art thou?" It pays to believe in a God.