[InChiefsHeaven]

The imagination is an amazing thing. I remember when I was a kid, I'd always see this skeletal stick figure walking passed my window. I shared a basement room with my brother, so the window was about 5 feet off the ground as I recall. I would have been about 6. Later in life, it occurred to me that it was probably a car driving by whose headlights were sweeping the yard and casting a shadow of the small tree we had in the front yard. But as a 6 year old kid, it was a skinny skeletal demon thing with lots of sharp weapons coming to get me...

then there was the time my dad came to say goodnight, turned off the light and closed the door...but apparantly stayed in the room. a few minutes go by and he said "Goodnight....booooooys..."

Probably pissed the bed on that one.