Terror seized our hearts and we leapt into a full out sprint. As this thing tore after us we wailed with frighten little boy screams. Our light bulb and safety seemed all but lost. In our attempt to out run and sacrifice the other, Brent and I began stumbling over each other. We went crashing to the ground whipping up a huge dust cloud.
It was on us in an instant, hovering over us and cackling with a sinister laugh. It reached up towards its hat as if to shield our eyes with it from our gruesome fate. We shrieked as we watched it pull off its hat . . . and its hair . . .
Our shrieks morphed into hysterical laughter; laughter of relief as we recognized our older brother, Kent. The knucklehead thought it would be funny to scare us. The three of us laughed out of control for several minutes. I was vaguely aware that mom had made her way onto our porch, which didn’t seem so far away now. In between the laughter I heard her scolding Brent and I for screaming and Kent for possibly being mistaken for real and shot by our neighbor.
Oh mom, he wasn’t that scary . . .