Chapter 69
She crept into Amy’s bed and covered up with the blanket. Amy came back and just as she started to crawl into bed Ginny sat up and fanned the covers back. Poor Amy let out the most terrified yelp, almost had a cardiac arrest, and fell to the floor!
It was funny yet I could sympathize with Amy. I was always the scaree at our house. Only once did I ever manage to be the scarer!
My little brother must’ve delighted in hearing me scream.
Sometimes I wonder if it wasn’t just a part of his daily life…
eat, sleep, take out the trash, go to school, make Carol scream!
His favorite little stunt was to wait until the entire household was asleep then he would sneak outside and scratch on MY window screen and wail “Car-ol-ol” mournfully.
Of course, I’d wake up the whole city block squealing like someone possessed, by which time he would be back in bed, faking sleep and Mother would never believe he’d left the room!
But this one night I stayed awake until I was sure he was asleep.
Then I noiselessly got out of bed, took my white Martha Washington bedspread with the fringes all around the edges and draped myself with it.
When I finished and held out my arms the fringe hung down just right and I arranged it so the fringe hung like seaweed over my face.
One look in the mirror nearly even scared me!
! I looked like I’d been drug up out of a Louisiana swamp after a hundred years of soaking.
After tripping over the edges a dozen times, I finally got to the edge of his bed.
I just reached down and tapped him on the shoulder and then stood erect with the fringe on my arms brushing his face.
First his eyes opened only about halfway, then BONG!
!! He turned about the same color as my seaweed fringe and tried to escape through the window, which being winter, was down.
The whole time he was trying to put a banshee to shame.
Mother about banned me to the barn for scaring the poor fourteen-year-old BABY! But he never scratched on MY window again.