Being a Hero

Lil’ Toot here. Right before Hallowe’en, Mom came across some Spooky Podcasts. One was about a Haunted classroom. Another about a Family visited by Skinwalkers. Still another about a young Boy, wandering in the Woods, who came across a Creepy old House. Didn’t sound unstuck at all.

All very well and Good to listen to in Broad daylight. But Mom and I walk early in the Morning at 0-Dark 30. She has a flashlight, but Still . . . When She was thoroughly entranced with one of These Stories, a snapping crackling sound came from Behind her. Her imagination ran Wild. She walked Us a little faster. Then faster yet. Out of breath, She gathered Me up. And I was Her Hero. No one could get to Her now. (We do that for each other.) That’s living unstuck.

I Wonder: Are You scared at times? Or do You laugh at Scary Mysteries? I say: There are times for Both. I will be here to see You through those Spooky Times, for I am a Hero. If We both get shaky, We can huddle together. All part of living unstuck. #unstuck-living#being-a-hero

Voices are whispering in the trees and the night is crowding with the unseen.
—wordings.syndle.com