child's play...

cute isn't she?

Raggedy Anne was hand made by my aunt and given to my daughter when she was born...

somewhere in our vast stack of historic event photos Anne is perched on the hospital window sill with a balloon...




in another my young daughter is dressed in her clothing for Halloween... 


Halloween;  that holiday which is surrounded by candy and ghost stories and supernatural beings...

all things sweet...

and evil...


mr petite and i keep our two tiny tornadoes (translation: [tahy-nee tawr-ney-doh] noun, plural - does, -dos; very small child[ren] who cause rainbow storms to occur over, in, and through an otherwise calm household.) as often as we can and this past weekend is actually where this story finally starts:
 
The Tiniest Tornado Takes A Stand- And Wins

Raggedy Anne always sat on the bench/toybox in the room our tiny tornadoes share when they stay at our house...

our 6 year old tornado has never bothered with the doll in any form, the 3 year old however would always sweep her off the bench and onto the floor whenever he was here.  assumption was he must move the doll to open the bench for toys and being she is a big doll it was easier to simply sweep her off than move her to another place... and, after all, boys will be boys...

however, last year he finally verbalized his great distaste for her; "grama, i don't like that doll. i don't want her here." 

so i sat Anne in a chair in the entry hall.

and whenever the tornadoes were here she would end up on the floor...

so i moved her onto a chair in the guest bedroom.

where she would end up on the floor...

finally this past september i tried to sell her at our annual garage sale.

but when she didn't sell i took it as a sign my aunt wanted her here and i sat her on a chair just inside the door to our basement rec room where the tornadoes sometimes play and watch tv with grama and grampa...

well, sunday morning while we were all playing in the rec room, the tiniest tornado tells mr petite that he would like him to "please put that doll some place where she can't see me."  instead,  mr. petite explains that the doll's name is Raggedy Anne and that she is a very nice doll - after which he tells the story of how Anne came to be with us the day his mother was born...  isn't that neat?!...

the tiniest tornado who has been fidgeting the entire time didn't buy any of it and he wasn't going to;

she isn't either a nice doll grampa, because every time i walk past her she yells at me really loud. she calls me bad words... she talks to me and it hurts my ears... and it makes me afraid...

so i am now curious, and ask the tiny tornado just what it is she says to him when he walks by...

he lowers his voice to a growl and starts talking like Linda Blair in the exorcist...

"you little f..."  was all i could make out before the words spewed forth in another language all together and the hair fast stood on the back of my neck.


i didn't question him any further... i moved the doll into the storage room with the ghosts and when i came back i promised to find someone else to take her.

she doesn't need somebody else to take her grama... she just needs to be gone!!

and suddenly all i could see was Chuckie taking over our home...

the man in the green coat...

a couple weeks ago i woke just after 3am to find a man standing next to my night table facing me.

he was wearing a long green coat, which was open to show his brown loose fitting trousers, grey cotton shirt and a brown floppy brimmed fedora hat. 

at first i thought it was Mr. Petite and wondered why he would be dressed and leaving at that time of morning... maybe something was wrong? 

when i looked up to see his face more clearly he turned and went out the door into the hall and was gone.

and then remembered Mr. Petite didn't have that kind of coat...

that's when i realized the man was a ghost....


ah but then i reasoned with myself;  if he were a ghost would i not be cold?

which is when i realized i was indeed chilled to the bone - hardly appropriate when temperatures were far above normal for this time of year...

i shut my eyes tight and realized there were others as well - tho these were the vapory types i see most often...

normally i feel, hear or smell "them." this was the very first time i have ever seen one fleshed out to that degree... 

i probably don't have to tell you that i didn't sleep much after that but i didn't dare get out of bed...

and, like it or not, i was Mr. Petite's blanket for the rest of the night. 

oddly enough this past saturday, i met a psychic medium who, among other interesting odds and sorts, left me with the name of my spirit teacher whom she said had recently presented himself to me...

and then gave me a description of what he looked like...

there are no words that can describe what it was i felt then - but what ever it was, even she felt the effect as chills. 

me? crazy? yeah maybe.  but i'd not bet money on it...

the mantis on the screen

so yesterday while i was playing cards with the mr there was a praying mantis on the screen door…

i hate praying mantis! 

there is something bone chillingly wrong with these misshapen alien life forms

and this one was not welcome on my screen checking out my card game…

shivering i went to the screen and tried to flick him off but nooooooo





the creepy little alien just looked me in the eye with defiance and stood it’s ground…

so i flicked the screen harder…

and it cocked it’s much too bug for its own good head and laughed right out loud…

so the mr, who believes he is far stronger and was put on the earth to protect his little lass from alien life forms, got up from his chair and flicked the screen…

the alien did budge,  it just reared it’s head back and rubbed it’s jagged hands together as if readying a fork and knife for dinner.

the mr flicked harder… and harder… and then resorted to opening the screen - while i stood on my chair screaming like a little girl - and then fast slamming it shut…

it worked!! 

the creepy little alien launched and was gone.  job done.  card game resumed.

but not for long…

BAMN!  landing hard against the screen the mantis was back.  it hung there daring not only the mr, but me to open the door to shoo it away…

COME ON PINKSKIN! OPEN THE DOOR! I DARE YOU!

and when neither of us bothered it resorted to taunting me by crawling about the outside of the screen looking for an opening that it could squeeze through, periodically stopping to leer in and drool while sharpening its knife and fork… 

so there i sat poised to leap, shivering and vowing not to open the screen door until mid January.

a suddenly a thought occurred to me

a menacing thought…

black widows and sisters of a feather and all that jazz…

maybe it wasn’t me this creepy green alien was taunting after all… 

maybe it was my mr…

and with an evil - and ever hopeful - grin i said;

“huh,  maybe its a female.”