As a mother of four, and now a writer, I have spent many late nights awake while the rest of the house lay sleeping. I will never forget one of those very nights when I was awake, rocking a little one.
Shadows darkened the corners and crept outward in an attempt to overtake the entire room. The only sound to be heard was an occasional creaking as the walls settled in for the night. The gentle back and forth motion of the gliding rocker was not only putting the baby back to sleep, but forcing my eyes to close as well.
A single noise brought me back to my senses instantly. A low moaning broke through the silence. My heart raced and I looked around cautiously. The baby became restless, perhaps responding to my sudden tension. The moan continued, low and raspy, and I concluded the noise was coming from behind the couch in front of me. This deduction did nothing to calm me. Gripping my baby closer to my chest, I prepared to make a run for my husband who lay asleep in the back room unaware of my imminent death.
Just as I shifted my weight to the front of the chair, a robotic voice, sounding a lot like Winnie the Pooh, said, “Change my batteries.” Resisting the urge to scream, I relaxed back into the chair and began a fit of hysterical laughter instead. Not because I thought it was funny, but because that voice and command creeped me out even further. I did not like toys in my house that demanded things of me. It was too reminiscent of murderous dolls that I had seen in movies when I was a teenager.
The next day the batteries in Winnie the Pooh came out for good. I couldn’t risk him turning against me at a future date.
Some of you may think I made this story up. After all, I am a writer and I do love to make up stories. But, this story is one hundred percent true. Perhaps, when this doll was being designed, the makers didn’t take into account the possibility that a late night demand might nearly cause a poor woman a heart attack.
Have any of my fellow night owls had any nighttime scares?