{"id":639,"date":"2012-10-30T21:22:40","date_gmt":"2012-10-31T02:22:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/?p=639"},"modified":"2012-10-30T21:22:40","modified_gmt":"2012-10-31T02:22:40","slug":"a-bonechilling-pre-halloween-post","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/?p=639","title":{"rendered":"A Bonechilling Pre-Halloween Post"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-640\" title=\"shadow_stairs\" src=\"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/shadow_stairs.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"217\" height=\"223\" \/>As loyal readers know, I frequently find inspiration in <a title=\"Another Bonechilling Idea for a Story\" href=\"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/?p=108\">everyday events<\/a> for <a title=\"Bonechilling Ideas Close Up\" href=\"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/?p=158\">spine-tingling tales<\/a> of <a title=\"Is That the Best You Got, Bonechilling\u2026Idea\u2026Warehouse, or Whatever?\" href=\"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/?p=172\">suspense and horror<\/a>. \u00a0Well, I recently one of my <a title=\"A Bone-Chilling Idea for a Story\" href=\"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/?p=51\">original bonechilling ideas came back to haunt me<\/a>. \u00a0I had sent my snowblower off for\u00a0carburetor\u00a0repairs, and I received a call informing me that they had found<em> two bolts with missing nuts in the auger<\/em>. \u00a0Oh, and I discovered that the other one had <em>fallen off my wheelbarrow<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>Okay, now that I see that all written down it seems a bit less terrifying than I thought.<\/p>\n<p>So perhaps I will close with another bonechilling experiece, this one from my childhood, which might just possibly explain why I ended up writing\u00a0horrifying\u00a0(and occasionally horrible) stories. \u00a0Of course, I&#8217;ve written plenty of other kinds of stories (involving unicorns, spaceships, that kind of thing), and if any of the damn things ever get published maybe I&#8217;ll reveal some of the events in my background leading to those.<\/p>\n<p>But the story involves the house where I grew up, and a stairway, and a door (spooky already, am I right?) \u00a0Anyway, there is a doorway at the base of the main stairway in the house, leading to what at the time was a little library. \u00a0I had to pass the doorway every time I descended the steps, which I had to do often since my bedroom was on the second floor, and somehow I&#8217;d gotten the notion, as children will, that there was a monster living in the room. \u00a0I don&#8217;t think I ever had a really clear vision of what the monster looked like, but it was vaguely humanoid, sort of an ape-man I think, and I was fairly sure, on some level, that it would try to grab me when I went by. \u00a0Naturally, I formed the habit of clearing the last few steps pretty quickly, and swinging around on the staircase rail so I could make a fast U-turn and hit the ground at a good clip.<\/p>\n<p>This technique worked well enough for quite a while (I never got grabbed, at any rate), but one day, when I was, I don&#8217;t know, 6 or 7 years old, I decided that I&#8217;d had enough. \u00a0I knew, of course, intellectually, that there was really no monster in the room &#8211; I&#8217;d walked right into it many times with no trouble. \u00a0So one evening, as the shadows stretched down the hallway below, I decided that it was time to face my fears, square my shoulders, and walk slowly down the steps in a dignified fashion, mere inches from the doorway.<\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t realize that my father was in the room at the base of the stairs that evening, and I have no idea what waggish impulse made him pick that particular night to leap out and surprise me when he heard me coming. \u00a0I don&#8217;t think he knew about my monster theory, because I assume he didn&#8217;t actually intend to give me a heart attack. \u00a0That moment, though, when I saw the looming, distorted humanoid shadow on the wall, freakish hands outstretched, really connected me with my inner terrified person.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As loyal readers know, I frequently find inspiration in everyday events for spine-tingling tales of suspense and horror. \u00a0Well, I recently one of my original bonechilling ideas came back to haunt me. \u00a0I had sent my snowblower off for\u00a0carburetor\u00a0repairs, and I received a call informing me that they had found two bolts with missing nuts [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10,9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-639","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-bonechilling-ideas","category-general-writing-things"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/639","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=639"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/639\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=639"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=639"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=639"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}