JrzyTmata wrote: 
I'm going to go with Little Miss Hanky.

 OlderThanDirt wrote: 
Yeah, bokey. What HE said.

 zipper wrote: 
What about the bloodthirsty zombie behind the door?

 bokey wrote: 
holy crap!! he's tough bugger.

 BlueHeronDruid wrote: 
That is hilarious! I want to meet your little sister.

 bokey wrote: 

Aw, you done good, then.  Best wishes for him, and hang tight to your own well being, too.  Come and see us if you get to Cali.

 zipper wrote: 

And rig it up so that when she touches it, it'll Rick Roll her too!

 Alexandra wrote: 
He's my shadow, so he sleeps when I sleep. When I'm not home, he sleeps on Z's feet. He gets a little sweeter every day, btw. Today, I called Z from work and asked him how the dogs were doing. He said, "they're great!" and I could hear his smile through the phone.

 zipper wrote: 
Are you kidding? I WANT to see a ghost. I actually asked a ghost for a command performance at this old, haunted hotel in a small Ohio town...with no luck. I even invited my dear departed friend (who died 2 years ago) to appear if he wanted.

I don't think I'm meant to "see" them, just hear them. It's all good.

 BlueHeronDruid wrote: 
Memories of films about the possessed or the living dead freak me out when I'm alone or when I'm the last one to head to bed. Hey, when's hobbitt's next trip? I'll make a note of it so that I can send a hairy monkey paw to you.

 zipper wrote: 
In the house I grew up in, the piano was at the bottom of the stairs. I had to sit with my back to the stairs when I practiced. Usually sitting sideways in order to have a jump on the monster that was lurking up there.

I used to pay my little sister a nickel to sit with me. One day she was bored, jumped up, pointed to the top of the stairs, and screamed, "WHAT IS THAT!"

I bolted through several rooms and out the back door in an instant, shrieking the entire way. She actually wet her pants laughing.

And she wonders why I torture her to this day.

 Alexandra wrote: 
I prolly said that just to scare you the next time you heard me and Z walking upstairs.

 zipper wrote: 
Where does O get to sleep these days? How's he doing? I miss that lil' guy....

 OlderThanDirt wrote: 
He's at a really good hospital in a shitty part of town  and O-U-T- like a light on good dope with an xray that would make Chester jealous(and dope that would make me jealous I expect).

The fuckstick was not only dragging himself around on a walker with armstrength alone  for a couple weeks, but he was doing it with  a broken hip  just because he hates hospitals.

 zipper wrote: 

 zipper wrote: 
The hairy monkey paw. Hairy.

At 52, I can still get myself all worked up over shite like that. But lucky for me, not a single time when I was alone, often for a week at a time, in that big ol' house in the woods back in NJ.

 zipper wrote: 
But YOU are the one who told me that.    Just be glad it does housecleaning.

 BlueHeronDruid wrote: 
ok, I quit fearing under-the-bed monsters before puberty.

 BlueHeronDruid wrote: 
oh, that's just great. Not only do I have to block voices from my hearing and ghosts from my vision, now I get to convince myself that anything that lands on me isn't a monkey paw, whatever that means. thanks.

 zipper wrote: 
Mostly it's under the bed. Don't let your hand hang over the side when you sleep.

I'm just sayin'.