This is a hoot! Now I am trying to remember, which closet was the spider closet. There was the large one, which gave me the creeps every time I stepped into it. It always felt to me like it harbored an evil presence, and nobody really knew what was in there, most certainly things left by the previous occupants of the house; then there was the tiny one beneath the stairs.
Yes, the ineffectual Rainbow bread bags, yet another example of Mother's wicked lies!
The spider closet was the small one beneath the stairs. But yes, the larger one was creepy as hell! And I can still remember the sound the door made when you'd open it. And YES! The sting of Mother's lies! My mother's lies are my wound!!
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This is a hoot! Now I am trying to remember, which closet was the spider closet. There was the large one, which gave me the creeps every time I stepped into it. It always felt to me like it harbored an evil presence, and nobody really knew what was in there, most certainly things left by the previous occupants of the house; then there was the tiny one beneath the stairs.
ReplyDeleteYes, the ineffectual Rainbow bread bags, yet another example of Mother's wicked lies!
The spider closet was the small one beneath the stairs. But yes, the larger one was creepy as hell! And I can still remember the sound the door made when you'd open it. And YES! The sting of Mother's lies! My mother's lies are my wound!!
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