Who is this guy?He's the monster that lives in my head, under my bed, lurking in the dark corners of the parking garage, behind a tree, under the stairs, in the back of the closet. Haven't seen him in years, but this week's Illustration Friday topic, "monster" required a visit. When I was a child he chased me through my dreams with a lawnmower.
It may sound like I've dredged up some horrifying memory, but, in fact, my imaginary monster was always a little deliciously, shivery, scary, but ultimately easy enough to fool. To keep him from grabbing my ankle as I got into bed I simply had to jump up onto my sister's bed and leap the three feet to my own. Get a running start on the stairs, and I was up them before he had a chance to reach around and grab me. In fact, I believe he was more afraid of me than I of him. One had only to confront him in the dark corners and he would quickly melt away into nothing. You may have met him—he gets around.
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Terry, I have met him. We're friends now but it took many years of therapy to get there. :-)
ReplyDeleteWow, fantastic illustration. I hope I don't run into him...
ReplyDeleteVery interesting! :o) My monster never had a face--or a body for that matter. He was just a huge hairy, knuckle-y, so-black-it-shown-blue arm and hand (with very long claws) that lived under my bed and sometimes crouched under the stairs. [Surprised you never met him as you were jumping on my bed!] Ah well, your guy never bothered me either, as I skittered up and down the stairs and around the room, leaving plenty of space between the bed and MY ankles.
ReplyDeleteYikes, Beck! You mean there were TWO monsters in our house? I'm glad I didn't know that at the time. I wonder if brother Steve ever ran into either of them...
ReplyDeleteTerry
Hey, I think I've seen him hanging around Portland's living room.
ReplyDeleteGreat illo.
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