The Demon in my Livingroom

Published March 11, 2015 by lynn k scott

I admit it, I’m not a morning person.  I get up 10 minutes before my alarm goes off.  Wow, the dogs actually let me sleep in today. Normally, I am up a good 30-60 minutes before the alarm.  We begin our day, shuffle downstairs, shut off the house alarm, let the dogs out for potty and bring them in to eat.

After that it’s make coffee, sit on the couch, wait for the pup to climb on lap for cuddle time, while I sip coffee and check my phone for countless updates on various sites.  The coffee is supposed to seep through my body, reaching my brain and tell it to turn on and begin the day.

This morning a demon had other plans.

I had just finished feeding the dogs when my coffee was stopped brewing.   Cup in hand, my slippers could be heard scuffing on the tile towards the livingroom, where the lights aren’t on; just a glimmer from the outside light through the front door.  The dogs are already in there waiting for me.   Yet, they aren’t near the couch as usual.  They are standing by this figure, across from the couch.  The figure has horns, is standing completely silent and my brain is NOT functioning.  My heart skips a beat.  There’s someone in my house!  I just had the fright of my life.

Eternity passes while I am frozen in time.  Ok, it was mere seconds, but remember I wasn’t awake.  The horned demon was my rotten, 9-year old daughter, who quietly descended the stairs, under the cover of darkness and plotted her “scare”.  She was wearing her Hello Kitty hat, complete with ears (aka horns).  She started giggling hysterically while I was temporarily paralyzed with fear.

My brain FINALLY catches up with the scene taking place in front of me.  My heart stops trying to escape through my chest as its beat returns to normal and I can finally take a deep breath in sheer relief.  She wanted to jump out from behind the ottoman, but the dogs foiled that plot.

I chose not to kill her and gave her the option of being the pup’s cuddle buddy for 30 minutes or going back to bed while I recovered from her demonic presence.  She chose bed.  Happier than a pig in mud on a hot summer’s day.

She’s rarely gets the opportunity as I have excellent hearing and quickly catch on to her antics.  She succeeded in scaring me, and good.


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