When I was a kid in the 70's we rented a cabin at a
resort on a lake in central Minnesota. It was a great
cabin. Everything was kind of old fashioned, old
appliances, kind of 50's patterns on the sheets and
dishes and all. These cool lamps that mounted to the
wall so you could be completely in bed before you
turned out the light (a big deal when you're 14 and not
completely grown out of the monster-under-the-bed
thing).
We had a great time there, fishing on the pontoon
boats, playing with kittens, just sitting around reading in
the living room. Didn't feel spooky at all. But at night it
sounded like there was a convention going on in the
attic. Now, this was just a cabin. The attic wasn't any
more than a crawl space. My Mom said that it was
probably bats. Lots of really big, rambunctious bats.
Bats that didn't really seem that eager to get out and be
about their normal bat activities after sunset. We
believed her. Still, no spooky feeling.
I was glad I could
be in bed before I turned out the light, and I was
annoyed at the bats, but not scared at all.
But then, the scary thing that happened didn't happen at
night.
One morning I had stayed in bed till way past
sunrise. It was summer vacation, after all, no need to
get up at any particular time. The sheets were cool,
and the cabin was pretty quiet once my sisters went
outside to play, so I just dozed.
All at once there was this woman there. She was older,
had short red hair, and the angriest expression on her
face I have ever seen. I could feel how angry she was.
I felt like I was going to get hit. I wanted to cover my
head with my arms, but by then she was gone again.
Needless to say, I didn't sleep in anymore that
summer.
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