Ghosts. Every bump in the night was some kind of freaking ghost to me.
I remember being ten and my mom was dating this maintenance guy who work at some hotel or something...I don't remember, I was ten. What I do remember is he gave her some delux showerhead to put in our bathroom because ours was broke. My mom found out it was disguarded debris from when a plane crashed into a hotel. She freaked out saying there was no way she could put that in her shower because the idea of where it came from was so morbid. That showerhead sat out near the bathroom for a week and I was scared shitless of it. I kept thinking about those stupid plane crash movies from the 1970's I had watched on TV....and I kept imagining their were dead passengers haunting it. I think my mom threw it in the trash eventually. But it freaked me out. I don't even know what plane crash, it couldn't have been big, it must have been something private. In my ten year old mi d though I was thinking mass scale destruction.
Wow, that's funny. I've met people who were freaked out by things like that and it always seemed silly to me. Your description actually makes it make much more sense, especially with that little kid perspective.
You poor thing!
This reminds me of when my step father died, and my mom had him cremated. He sat in a box in the living room for ages. Creeped me the fuck out.
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