{"id":594,"date":"2008-11-30T07:22:25","date_gmt":"2008-11-30T11:22:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/?p=594"},"modified":"2008-10-24T15:40:44","modified_gmt":"2008-10-24T19:40:44","slug":"family-drama","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.shadowmanor.com\/blog\/?p=594","title":{"rendered":"Family Drama"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Y&#8217;know, it&#8217;s a good thing Isaac Newton never had children, because if he&#8217;d had a toddler he would have had too many experiences with antigravity to ever come up with his theory.<\/p>\n<p>Allow me to set the stage: I have a slight cold which manifests itself primarily as a rasping cough whenever I lie down.  I have thus been taking Nyquil for several nights running in an effort to prevent Shadow Jack from moving to a different continent.  Whenever I take anything that includes a soporific, it messes with my REM sleep and I don&#8217;t dream.  My subconscious mind&#8211;which is quite the prankster&#8211;hoards these dreams, and after a few nights I wind up with nightmares when asleep and a bad case of the fantods when awake.*  Under normal circumstances, for example, I&#8217;ll attribute a sudden thump in the basement to the water filter kicking in.  If I&#8217;ve been taking soporifics for a few nights, it&#8217;s an axe murderer, guaranteed.<\/p>\n<p>So, around 2:30 this morning I&#8217;m awakened from unsettling and murky dreams by a dog who has to potty.**  It&#8217;s not only pitchy black outside, it&#8217;s foggy and raining.  Beyond the halo of porch light, the bare trees raise distorted limbs menacingly skyward.  The dog hears something in the woods.*** her eyes narrow and her hackles rise.  Expecting a nightmare made flesh to rush from the darkness, I tell her that if she doesn&#8217;t finish Right Now, I will pick her up and wring her like a dishrag.  She looks affronted and squats.  I breathe a sigh of relief as I hurry inside and close the front door, certain that we&#8217;ve narrowly missed some hideous doom.  I go back upstairs and turn off the light.  As I make my way across the dark, silent bedroom, snippets of ghost stories and more horrible things flash through my mind.  I reach the bed, expecting a cold, necrotic hand to clasp my ankle.  And just as I pull back the covers&#8230;Shadowboy shrieks like a banshee from the next room.<\/p>\n<p>He does this in his sleep sometimes: One blood-curdling screech, then silence.<\/p>\n<p>I will leave my reaction as an exercise for the reader.<\/p>\n<p><BR><br \/>\n*Even though I know, intellectually, that there&#8217;s nothing to fear, the Stephen King Lobe of my brain gives me a constant feed of, &#8220;What if [fill in the blank]?&#8221;  What if ghosts existed, and they weren&#8217;t just harmless apparitions, they were the bloody, fanged ghosts you see in Japanese horror movies?  What if the institute for the criminally insane that I&#8217;m sure exists around here somewhere has misplaced three or four of its psychos?  What if there&#8217;s somethingcreepingupbehindmerightnowaiyeee?  So you see.<\/p>\n<p>**On the one hand, I could just beat her when she does this.  On the other hand, I, personally, have a bladder the size of a lentil, so I can sympathize with her plight.  What I need is a dog with opposable thumbs that can let <EM>herself<\/EM> out.<\/p>\n<p>*** The dog <EM>always<\/EM> hears something in the woods.  She&#8217;s not exactly a pillar of courage herself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Y&#8217;know, it&#8217;s a good thing Isaac Newton never had children, because if he&#8217;d had a toddler he would have had too many experiences with antigravity to ever come up with his theory. Allow me to set the stage: I have a slight cold which manifests itself primarily as a rasping cough whenever I lie down. 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