1d • West of Normal
01/18/2016 Sean and BoBo
As kids, my brother and I slept in bunk beds.
This is important information.
Because I was the older brother, which meant I had a moral obligation to use my position for chaos. I would hang my arms off the side of the bed in the dark. Not move. Not speak. Just… let gravity do the work. Full commitment. Like performance art. Minimalist horror.
And every single time it worked.
There would be a pause.
A shuffle.
Then the unmistakable panic yell that translated roughly to:
“THERE IS EITHER A MONSTER UNDER THE BED OR ONE IN THE CLOSET AND I WOULD LIKE AN ADULT IMMEDIATELY.”
Looking back, this is objectively hilarious.
At the time? It was a full emergency. No middle ground. You didn’t investigate as a kid. You announced. Loudly. You woke the house. You rolled the dice and hoped a parent showed up before the monster finished whatever monster business it was clearly in the middle of.
So yeah, this version isn’t historically accurate.
There probably wasn’t a giant green boogie monster with big eyes and a friendly smile. It was more like… shadows. Arms. A coat that moved wrong. A brain with no chill.
But the vibe?
The vibe is dead-on.
It was always a monster under the bed or one in the closet yell. No third option. And the fact that it was almost always caused by me just quietly dangling my limbs like a budget horror movie extra makes it even better.
Time has a funny way of turning childhood fear into comedy gold.
Especially when you realize the real monster was just your sibling being bored.
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