It’s the freakiest thing to wake up in the middle of the night and find a small child hovering over you, saying nothing but staring at you blank faced.
In a scene scarily similar to the Children of the Corn, my kids just appear out of nowhere and scare the bejesus out of me in the middle of the night.
I’d almost wish they would come screaming in the room or tried to shake the shit out out of me instead of just being quiet, still and eerily peaceful – waiting for me to feel their presence, which I always do.
This morning after poking around in the pantry I stood back and there was No. 3 – right behind me – just looking up at me with his big blue eyes, staring. I got a hell of a fright. Not to mention I nearly stood on and squashed the poor wee fella.
Kids have a way of just being there, creeping up on you when you’re trying to hide in the pantry and scoff chippies or a few chocolate biscuits without them seeing.
Or they quietly glide across the room to listen to your phone conversation and then later ask you what a ”stupid son of a bitch is”. This usually happens when the husband is home, typical.
The strange thing is my children are almost never quiet, still or peaceful and so to wake up and find them in a trance-like state is very off-putting.
Perhaps I should put a bell around their necks at night time.