“Fear makes the wolf bigger than he is.”

My mouse died so I had to go to Radio Shack to get a new one. It didn’t work. I investigated and found my USB port wouldn’t connect one thing to another as my printer didn’t connect either. I moved down a bit to another port and was able to connect, but I got a message about my keyboard not connecting. That was a strange one as this is a laptop and my keyboard is always connected. I removed and then put the thingamajig connection to my new mouse back into the port. It all worked. This morning I noticed what I first thought was a blob of dust on the guest room floor then I thought maybe Maddie didn’t like the condition of her litter box and figured the guest room floor a perfect substitute. I grabbed a handful of TP and went to clean. It was neither. It was a dead baby mouse. I’m thinking the coincidence is pretty eerie.

The day has yet to make up its mind. The sun comes out then disappears, but it is chilly even when the sun stays around a little. Right now it is only 69˚and I’ve closed the window behind me to keep out the cool breeze.

My father’s story of the man with the hook scared me. He had a couple of versions. There was one where the teenagers in the car were the intended victims but they escaped and sped off with the hook dangling from the window. That scared me but in the same way scary movies did. The version of the man scratching the window with his hook was different. I could believe the dirty, disheveled man was skulking around the neighborhood looking for victims. Every time a branch scraped against the window I knew it was the hook, and I was scared for real.

One night my parents were out grocery shopping when the scratching began. I was so scared I ran around the house looking for a hiding place. Under the bed was one but that seemed a bit obvious. If I were a crazed maniac with a hook, that would be the first place I’d look. The closet was another. I could hide behind the clothes on the hangers but what to do with my feet presented a problem. I couldn’t run for help. He was outside. If I used the phone, he’d know exactly where I was. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, and I gasped for every breath.

When I heard a noise at the front door, I hid in the closet. I figured the man had found me and I was doomed except I wasn’t. It was my parents bringing in the groceries. I told them about the hook and the scratching. My dad told me the story wasn’t real, but I didn’t believe him. I had heard the scratching. I knew the man with the hook was still out there somewhere. My parents  had scared him away, but I knew it was just for now.

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18 Comments on ““Fear makes the wolf bigger than he is.””

  1. Hedley Says:

    So let me guess, you also heard a clock going tick tock…..

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      It seemed to be following me.

      • Hedley Says:

        This is all rather tinkerbellish…coincidence that it would one day lead you to the sacred croc pool ? I think not

      • katry Says:

        My Dear Hedley,
        I will not follow the coincidence trail. I have seen the sacred croc. No, I have seen more than that 1 huge croc and all close to me with hungry looks. Good thing I had a chicken.

      • Hedley Says:

        The gigantus croc you encountered with the doomed chicken is the stuff of JM Barrie. Strange we have never seen photographic evidence of this interlude.

      • katry Says:

        I don’t post colored pictures generally (only 1 and that was my card from im6) but I am going to make another exception.

  2. olof1 Says:

    Yes the scratching version was the worst one and it stayed for a long time in my head 🙂

    I rally dislike when computers start acting weird and get a mind of their own! So maybee the dead mouse soul went in to Your computer and now it can create havoc in there 🙂 🙂 🙂 one never knows with these eerie coincidenses 🙂 🙂 🙂

    We had a warm day here, 68F 🙂 It’s fun how different we can feel about almost the same temperatures 🙂 The evening is rather warm too but I guess the night and morning will be cold as they have been this week. I do hope for some fog too.

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      August is usually the most beastly month of the year with hot, humid days, but this has been the oddest of summers as it hasn’t been too hot. We on the cape never reached 90˚ and Boston only did a few times. The average in August is usually in the 80’s, not the 60’s.

      The mouse was upstairs and too small to make it down here. I am going to put my trap upstairs to see if it has siblings.

      Computers do make me crazy sometimes!

      Have a great evening!

  3. Birgit Says:

    The story of a little mouse and computers sung by Malvina Reynolds:

    • katry Says:

      Thanks, Birgit

      I have been a fan for a long while. I bought an album a couple of years back and she signed a thank you postcard-very nice. Great song-wish I knew about it ahead of time.

  4. flyboybob Says:

    Everyone has something that scares them as a child. Mine was the Martians from the 1954 movie “The War of the Worlds”. At least your fear of the man with a hook was within the realm of possibility. Of course that movie was very well made. Had I been alive in 1939 I might have been running away while listening to the Orson Wells radio version on Halloween.

    My iMac has a wireless Magic Mouse which eats AA batteries at the most inopportune times. The backup mouse is a cheap ugly two button device with a scroll wheel.

    A cooler 92 degree day but more humid than yesterday with scattered storms in the area. August in Texas gives new meaning to the ‘dog days of August’.

    • katry Says:

      That movie, a favorite of mine, was the first one this summer for my deck movies. It was massively expensive for its time and is still considered one of the best movies of the 50’s. It won the Oscar for special effects.

      The only movie that scared me was a scene from The Wax Museum. The heroine slapped Vincent Price in the face and his face fell off-it was wax.

      Really chilly night right now. IT could get down to the 50’s.

  5. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I only got the version where the hook is left hanging on the car door. I think I’m glad about that. 🙂
    Scratching on the windows was always just the trees outside my house. Any other scratching was the dog, the cats or spawns or mice in the walls. Nothing eerie there.

    Today was lovely with sun and a cool breeze. I was in a sorting mood so I straightened up a bunch of messes around the house. Feels lighter in here. 🙂

    The sacred croc is impressive.

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      If I hadn’t heard the story of the scratching hook, I would have known for sure the branches were making the sounds. I figured they were but maybe they weren’t.

      I wish I could be bitten by the same sorting bug. I have a cabinet which badly needs my attention.

      The croc was huge but was looking for chicken, not human.

      Have a great evening!

      • Caryn Says:

        I need to be bitten by the sorting bug that makes me sort the stuff that really needs to be sorted.
        Like the file cabinet in which many papers are stored but not actually filed.
        I was sorting fun stuff.

      • katry Says:

        I do not want to be bitten by so aggressive a bug, just the single cabinet bug.

      • Hedley Says:

        Kat, that is pure conjecture that the croc was looking for chicken not human….he probably saw your chicken as a warm up for the main event

      • katry Says:

        The man whistles and the croc comes expecting his chicken. I, for one, would not want to disappoint him.

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