It all began on a stormy day. Wait, that’s a little dramatic. It was a normal day to start, HOWEVER, there was a monster of a storm brewing in the distance as my Mother drove me towards my Great-Grandmothers house. I’m from the Kansas City area, and to get to my Great-Grandmothers, we had to travel I35 south through downtown, past the west bottoms, (not familiar, let me show you). The west bottoms is, for the most part, run down, abandoned buildings. In fact, this is the area where the haunted houses open up every Halloween season.
Now that you have a good visual of the dark, hellacious, tormenting storm coming towards me, (remember I’m 4 when this is going on), and the big scary buildings looming all around me, I can tell you the rest of the story.
As my Mother is driving past the west bottoms area, I shrink to the floor board of the front passage seat of the car (this was before car seats were heard of). I peek up from the floor, glancing over the dashboard at the thunderous clouds racing towards me, trying to avoid making eye contact with the vicious buildings to the right of me, and say to my Mother in a most sincere and terrified voice:
“Mommy, Jack-O-Lees live in haunted houses and suck your bleed all out!”
Lesson in Life 133 – If you see a scary building, with a thunderstorm coming, RUN LIKE HELL, or Jack-O-Lees might get you. At 33 I may or may not still believe this.