NORMAN — Late at night as the wind howls outside my window and the moon casts bizarre images on the bedroom walls, I detect furtive movement out of the corner of my eye. Each time I try to focus on the movement, the image mockingly disappears into the shadows. I was a young boy at the time and I imagined something terrible was hidden in those shadows. Night terrors were what my dad called them but I thought differently.
One night my dad rented a room at a spooky looking hotel. We had traveled a long way from Houston, Texas, headed home to Rincon, Ga., so dad was exhausted and needed rest. All I wanted was to get to that wonderful place called home and more to the point I sensed or rather imagined that there was something creepy about the motel. I couldn’t come up with any legitimate reason why we shouldn’t spend the night. How could a young boy explain to his dad a fear that sounded crazy and far-fetched? I hid under the covers praying that my fears were unwarranted. However, the light emanating from the bathroom suggested otherwise. The light appeared strange; rather than being warm and natural, the tone had an unnatural quality purposely concealing a clandestine operation.
Sleep eluded me.
Soon after dad was fast asleep I sensed a presence next to my side of the bed. I dared not take a look. I waited. My heart pounded in my chest. For what seemed like an eternity, nothing happened then I felt ice-cold boney hands ease under my body. The clandestine operation revealed. I knew without a doubt that my life depended on crying out. With all my strength “Dad” then within seconds his loving arms were embracing me, protecting me and pulling me to safety.