scare the shit… – (en)

The babysitter excitedly fidgeted in bed. It was an unrealistic and dreadful nightmare, which abruptly ended with that phone call. The room was dim and chilly, and she couldn’t find the phone. It continued ringing and she wasn’t able to place it, nor the socks she clearly retraced lying next to the bed. It was really annoying. Somehow still inside the bugaboo she thought he may be a foot fetish, twisted and obsessed over her, stealing and sniffing them all day. That creepy sock-puppet lover disguised as a clown … she didn’t really want to know. She was nervous now. The phone stopped ringing.
After awhile it ringed again. She recollected something written with blood on that closing wall that prevented her from escaping the dream: “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the lights?” But she wanted it now, irrationally terrified of posing her delicate feet on shattered glass, or because that terrible freak was hidden now under her bed, waiting with his gelid hands to hold her by the ankles… She felt a chill up her spine, as someone walking on his own grave. She couldn’t move from the bed. The phone stopped ringing again.
She stuck her hand out by the bed groping on the floor around looking for the socks, or crystals… now aghast under the bed … the icy phalanges of the nightmare… and found nothing, so she move her hand out … to feel a cold and gritty lick on it. Her heart nearly exploded while removing the arm as a lightning to the improbable security under the covers. She was terrified now.
The mortal silence blew up with the shocking ring of the phone making her jump on the bed, her chest twice in the two last seconds about to bust, and then she dig herself deep in the bedding so her breathing became difficult. It continued ringing as she started feeling as someone buried alive. She needed to get out, the sheets now as heavy as a slab making her sweat profusely. The phone didn’t stop, and hysterically trying to scratch her way out of the embalming coffin she got out, and guided in the dark by its sound finally found the device and answered … but she heard no one on the other end … just silence, then whoever it was hanged up. She slammed the phone down, terrified … and almost immediately it ringed again. “Leave me alone!” she screamed while slamming it again.
After a few more minutes the phone ringed again. She answered, and this time there was a man on the line who said in a chilling voice,
“Have you checked the boy?”
“Humm! The boy? she mumbled, “The boy? … No… yes… the boy!”
“I see you were sound asleep“, the voice said, “Please check on him”
“Yes, sorry… I’m checking now, sorry sir” … then he hanged up.
She run to the switch and the light flooded the room. In one corner the cat playing with one of her socks. She quickly went to the bathroom as she had something urgent to verify. “Still dark brown”, she cried with joy smiling at the thought that her hair had turned white, as her mother used to say that happens to people after being terrified.
Calmed now she went upstairs to check the boy, and there, written in blood on the wall, were the words, “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?” The boy was lying on his bed, as sleeping … if not for the blood. Murdered.
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Scare the shit… – Dugutigui

About Dugutigui

In the “Diula” language in Mali, the term « dugutigui » (chief of the village), literally translated, means: «owner of the village»; «dugu» means village and «tigui», owner. Probably the term is the result of the contraction of «dugu kuntigui» (literally: chief of the village).
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22 Responses to scare the shit… – (en)

  1. I hope this is not a true story! This reminded me of a movie my Dad took me and my brother and sister to when were were quite young (around 6 or 7) called When A Stranger Calls (the original in the 70s and not the remake). We had to leave the movie after the first scene because we were absolutely terrified. I guess it hit close to home because we were kids and had babysitters frequently.

    • Dugutigui says:

      As per today just fiction…🙂
      And yes again, the main line come from this great film -the one of 1979, not the other one… with some twists to make the story short… and then having my busy visitors to lose a minute on reading… otherwise impossible🙂
      And following the storyline you could expect the psychopathic killer to return in 7 years… sit down and stay posted🙂
      In fact the idea was to dig in human fears, as: someone stepping on broken glass or something that licks your hand in the darkness, someone under your bed, strange phone calls, nightmares, etc …
      I sincerely hope that scared you … though I doubt it.🙂
      Thanks a lot for commenting and cheers!

    • ceciliamk says:

      That movie terrified me. The part where he’s painted to match the wall….I never saw the remake.

      • Dugutigui says:

        Yes, terrifying film, a great one… I’m planning to have it again tonight and see if the effect is still the same… At least for my small daughter…🙂
        Don’t mind the remake…
        Thanks for the comment!

  2. Hey D., good to see that you are fine, writing and posting!😉
    “I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”…
    Fears… some have them, some don’t… some face them, some don’t…. some kill them, some don’t…
    I liked the story. What’s next???😀

    • Dugutigui says:

      Hi Ela, nice to see you again!
      The true is I’m quite busy with real life… and probably I will be more in the near future… so not too much time for the blogosphere…

      I’m agreed with you: we must nor fear… this was just an essay on a subject I find quite interesting: human fears… but at the end of the day the post took an unexpected turn different of what I have in mind at the beginning… probably for my lack of time… in other words I cut it short… being a topic with great potential in my view… I’ll be back on it with more time in the future and a different approach…🙂

      What’s next? Well as usual no slightest idea… a cooking recipe?🙂 I have no the capacity to plan my nearest writing future…

      • Come on, the story was just fine, you are a great writer!!!
        But hmmm….Why not? A cooking recipe is also interesting in between some serious laborious posts… And if you cook it yourself and post the result is even more interesting… And if you tell us some cooking secrets that only you know your comment rate will explode..😀😀😀
        There are so many ways of cooking and writing… I am sure your imagination has already a zillion ideas, you are just not relaxed enough to choose one…
        don’t be too modest… you are an experienced cat…😉

      • Dugutigui says:

        I’m not a great writer, but rather a storyteller.
        And as for the recipes I won’t want to be prosecuted for mass murder …🙂

        And yes, probably I’m a cat belly up, but I’m wrong too many times as a pure human being, which is really sad … and otherwise is a shock treatment for my unnecessary and ridiculous pride… they say you have to identify the problem to be able to solve it… I identified it long ago, but no way…

      • Writers are storytellers…. you are able to tell a good story , so you are a writer…
        Mass murder? you only eat meat? oh, how about coffee and a piece of cake? Or your favourite tea? ok, and if you eat meat what? meat can transform into heavenly recepies… Or you mean you are not great at cooking? try a salad instead… Invent your own “Dugutigui Salad”… You are far too inteligent for me to believe that this can be any problem at all…
        Oh, the pride thing…. well, from my experience I learned that love has more value than pride… Love builds bridges where pride burns them… I have apologized in many situations where I should have not done it, just for the sake of keeping things going…. You know D., in my country we say: “the wise man surrenders”. Try to keep that in mind whenever you have a conflict in your private life, where rules from the business world can kill everything… I am a bit younger, not much younger, maybe not as experienced as you, but sincere. Sometimes it’s good to hang your ego behind the door and go out without it, even if for one day… The results can be outstanding…
        Besides, no problem, I am a cat too…😀😀😀

      • Dugutigui says:

        Mass murder if some visitors opt to try one of my recipes…🙂
        Re the rest: Amen!🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂

      • You know, there is a word in German, “Besserwisser”- the one that knows it all better… damn, If I read what I write sometimes, you can sware I am like that… But I really really really assure you I am wrong, and often… I am only enthusiastic about life… So please don’t take it like I’m trying to teach anyone anything… I know very little…
        I wouldn’t mind trying your recepies, we can improve on the spot if necessary: salt, peper, spices or a sauce…
        Besides, I will sure bring the cake, like an old good friend.😀😀😀😀😀

      • Dugutigui says:

        “Besserwisser” could be translated as “smart ass” or “wise ass”, or even “smart elick” (smart aleck). A besserwisser is a person, often intellectual, or at least pseudo-intellectual, who thinks he or she has more general knowledge about things than most others. It can be correcting language mistakes in grammar and spelling, or it can be within a specific topic like everything from politics, geography and baseball to history and science – anything you can imagine!
        I think this term applies perfectly to me… but not to the extent to publish a recipe🙂 and your cake is welcome…

      • another Romanian word of wisdom: “theory is just like theory, but praxis kills us”… in theory many things are easy… in reality…. ay caramba!!!….

      • Dugutigui says:

        Yes… measure twice, cut once….

  3. My Brother!!!

    Great work as always!!

    • Dugutigui says:

      Thanks a lot. Great your post on Trayvon Martin… excellent that you are able to put things, as always, in their proper prespective!
      Great job!
      Your southern bro

  4. heartmama says:

    Love your imagery. 🙂

  5. Nae's Nest says:

    Reblogged this on Nae's Nest and commented:
    Wow, screw the goose pimples, I have elephant ones, I sincerely hope this in not based on true story. https://damantigui.wordpress.com

    • Dugutigui says:

      Well, you never know with a sociopath as the undersigned …
      Joking aside, thanks for the comment and re-blogging this post🙂

      • Nae's Nest says:

        No problem, is an excellent story.
        I am glad you were able to “read between the sheets” in my poem Devil’s Auction. wink

      • Dugutigui says:

        A strikingly clear view .. on a profession like any other … putting things in their proper perspective … without passion … just as it is … a transaction, no more …

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