I must confess, I worry a bit about monsters. Probably not unexpected from a girl who is wishing for fairies to come clean her house and blaming gremlins for that empty orange juice jug.
My monster issues run deep. When I was a child, we lived in an old (some might say creepy) house. To get to the front door, you had to climb up stone steps, and then travel down a long dark path surrounded by bushes on one side and the house on the other. But this was not an average house which would have a normal wall.. Instead it was set high and built into a granite rock. The basement was partially above ground and exited into the latticed covered underside of the porch. The bushes and the lattice created a dark tunnel like feeling. I often ran up the path afraid of what might be lurking behind either side. In fact, one night there was an eerie hissing sound as a I returned home, but that is a story for another day.
The huge porch wrapped around three sides of the house. If my bedroom window was open, you could step out on the roof , then walk along the roof to the back of the house and climb down into the yard. Our house did not have central air and in the summer my mother would open all the windows wide in an attempt to keep us cool. No matter how hot it was I would take all my stuffed animals and pile them around my neck, then carefully hide under a sheet. If a vampire came through that window, he would get a mouth full of stuffing instead of my nice young neck. I was a monster avoidance expert at 7.
