Ax Murderer Monster of a Boyfriend...

I must have been about four years old and I still bear in mind this one "special" Halloween. I was living in a comfortable two story condominium at the time in South Texas with my mother, older sister and nanny. My mom and sister had gone upstairs to rest and take a short nap before we set out on our trick -o- treating. I remained downstairs with the nanny to prepare; I enjoyed dressing up in my ballerina costume. We heard a knock at the door and the nanny went to open it. She stepped back, afraid and surprised as this person, this thing, just bursted in the door holding up a big bloodied ax. It was a man wearing the most frightening mask, a black cape and blood every where. I was screaming and crying and I went running behind the couch under the dinning table. I held my little eyes closed so tight and held on to the table leg with all my strength. I was utterly petrified.

The nanny came over to console me when she realized that it was my mom's boyfriend, it was all fake and just a Halloween costume. My parents had been divorced for some time and my mom had a boyfriend who came around every once in a while. My mom and sister came downstairs to see what all the commotion was about. I can recall hearing some laughter, but my Mom was visibly upset because I was in so much shock. She made her ax murderer monster of a boyfriend wash of the fake blood and take the mask off to show me and convince me that he was harmless. It obviously did not work, after that experience I constantly suffered from dreadful nightmares and was so afraid of being in the dark. I was emotionally and mentally troubled with fears of seeing monsters, ghosts, killer clowns, killer dolls, or anything that would pose as being scary to me.

My mom attempted to heal my fears by taking me to a woman that was supposedly known to cure bad spirits by rubbing you with herbs and praying over you, well that had no healing effect. As I grew older I hardly ever watched scary movies and if for some reason I was brave enough to attempt it I was not able to sleep. Having an older sister didn't help much, she just taunted me and constantly provoked me by saying that the Chucky doll was coming for me. To this day as a twenty five year old young woman, I am still not comfortable sleeping in the dark and I can not bare to watch horror movies. I am completely convinced that my terrible Halloween experience as a child has left a disturbing effect on me as an adult.