High Spirits
This one happened when I was but knee-high to a grasshopper, so we’re going on the word of my Mother on this one.

The year is 1984. DiT is 4 years old, and the family Tights are living in a house in the quaint little village of Hawkspur Green, Essex. Dad was working up in the City, leaving Mum and a junior me in the house on our own.

Regularly, or so it is told, as Mum was reading me my bedtime story, I would giggle and watch something over her shoulder. I’d then point and say “Mummy! It’s a man!”

“Of course it’s not dear. Now, go to sleep.”

At which point she would tuck me in, turn out the light, close the door, and then tear downstairs in to the lounge where she would lock herself in and not move til my Dad arrived home. Cheers Mum, I love you too.

Anyway, a few nights later, my Mother awoke in the early hours of the morning. She saw (she supposes) what I had been looking at. A little old man in the corner of the room, staring at Mum and Dad.

“Kim!” She whispered (for it is my Dad’s name) “Kim! There’s a man in the corner!”

“Wstfgl.” Said my Dad, and then: “Don’t be silly. Go back to sleep.”

We moved out of that house a few months later. At that point my Dad said to Mum “Remember that old guy you saw? You weren’t dreaming.”

I suspect the kick my Mum delivered to his balls is the reason that I’m an only child.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 11:49, 1 reply)

Love it...
My mum used to do the same to me and my sister when the loo flushed on its own... God knows how I don't live in a bungalow :-)
(Senora Veranos cannot and will not so ner..., Fri 4 Jul 2008, 2:41, closed)