Today, I’m participating in Christine Rains’ ‘What Was Your Childhood Monster?’ Blogfest, in celebration of her recent release, paranormal romance novella Fearless.
Firstly, a bit about Fearless…
Abby White was seven years old when she killed the monster under her bed. Now she slays creatures spawned by the imaginations of children, and the number of these nightmares are on the rise. Neither she nor her guide – a stuffed hippo named Tawa – know why. With a gorgeous fae fighting at her side, she must avoid distraction and find a way to become truly fearless.
My childhood monsters
The first was a werewolf. My well-meaning parents let me watch My Mom’s a Werewolf (which, in their defence, is actually a comedy) at the ripe old age of seven (actually I don’t remember exactly how old I was, but let’s run with seven).
Although I enjoyed the movie itself and didn’t find it remotely frightening, the idea of werewolves planted itself in my brain and soon had me waking up at 3am every morning, scared out of my wits. In order to save myself, I’d take my pillow and doona, sneak into Mum and Dad’s bedroom and spend the rest of the night on their floor. Surely no werewolves would get me in there!
Unfortunately, I always slept beside Dad’s side of the bed, and he stepped on me every time he got up (by accident, I assume). I can’t remember how I eventually got over the fear; I guess I just grew out of it. Or maybe I got sick of Dad stepping on me. But I know it lasted a good few months.
My next childhood monster introduced itself to me at aged ten (or thereabouts) through a book of short, scary stories. Most of the stories were dumb, not scary at all, until I read the one about the vampire. It was a traditional vampire, sleeping in a coffin by day and only coming out at night to drink people’s blood. AGH!
My dad came into my bedroom that night while I was sleeping and noticed I was clutching something in my hand. He pried my little fingers open to find several cloves of garlic. I woke up and begged him not to take them away, but he did, attempting to convince me that I had nothing to be scared about because vampires aren’t real. I’m pretty sure I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night – it’s surprising I didn’t end up back on Mum and Dad’s bedroom floor!
So there you have it. My two most memorable childhood monsters. What were yours? If you’d like to participate in the blogfest, you have until Thursday 9 August!