Trifecta

I ain’t afraid of no…

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Bumps in the night.  Footsteps when nobody else is home.  A book flung from a shelf to open on the same page over and over.  Cold.  Shivers.

I ain’t afraid of no ghost?

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Word Count: 33

Hooray for Friday.  Hooray for silliness and scariness.  Hooray for Trifextra:

“On now to our quick little Trifextra prompt.  Katherine Paterson, author of Bridge to Terabithia, wrote, “It’s like the smarter you are, the more things can scare you.”  We are looking for a 33-word explanation of what scares you (or your character).  We already know you’re intelligent, so, according to Paterson, you should have no shortage of potential subject matter.

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79 thoughts on “I ain’t afraid of no…”

  2. oh that reminds me of my dad (deceased)..he loved that song, he would walk around and say “I ain’t afraid of no ghosts!”

    funny and compelling..and a little …scary. 😉

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      • I like that we have that little bit in common. My dad’s whole 40th birthday was Ghostbusters. Every time I hear that song I smile…

        so obviously our dads..are/were COOL. 🙂

      • Definitely cool dad’s!

        Hopefully one day the Little Prince will think I’m cool too. Though, as a Jester, he’ll probably think I’m absurdly silly far more than he’ll think I’m cool. Such is the life I lead. 😉

      • Eventually he’ll know you’re cool…just like we know our dads are (now..after all this time)

  6. And now the Ghostbuster’s song is in my head (better than Baby Got Back :))

    Love the question mark at the end of the statement. Shows how he/she is trying to believe it but isn’t quite there. Nicely done!!

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      • It’s a Small World. Don’t even go there. My older son was two, very cranky and that ride was the one ride at Disneyland that would keep him from fussing. I think we rode it eleven times and it has permanently affected my mental health. Can you tell?

      • No way you could have ridden that ride 11 times… the line is always at least 2 hours long… that’s 22 hours… the park isn’t open that long. 😉
        Nice try though.

      • It was November, so the wait wasn’t nearly that long. Still prefer Knott’s Berry Farm though because it’s not nearly as crazy. We’ve been there a couple times where the kids got to stay on a ride for several rounds because there wasn’t a line!

      • That’s fun. I’ve managed that at Disneyland a few times… cold rainy days, and late in the night just before they close. Those moments almost make the price and stress and mass of people worthwhile… almost…

  7. Since I moved into my new house almost a month ago, I tell you there are many times I hear footprints and nobody is there. I have a few ghost stories I could tell, too. Loved this!

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    • I love ghost stories!
      The house I grew up in was haunted by a “watcher” and a “walker” – he never did anything, he would just walk the halls and stop and stare from time to time

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      • I visited a friend’s house once (seriously, I’d only been to the friend’s house 1 time!!) and her parents told me that the oldest part of the house was haunted. I stepped to it, I and I swear I could feel the coldness and sense no less than 3 ghosts in that stairwell. It was pretty awesome!

      • LOL! You wouldn’t have hung around with me long, then. For several years, it was like I was a “ghost hunter.” I could sense them. Then one day it just stopped. I don’t know why, it just did. Sometimes I miss it.

        But, it’s like the quote this weekend says. As you get smarter, you get more afraid. I used to be a risk-taker, but since becoming a mom, yeah, not so much.

      • It’s something my wife and I have both noticed too… we are far more timid than we used to be… being a parent definitely plays into that, but it started long before then. Yes, the quote is quite fitting.

  17. My fire detector fell off the ceiling this morning on its own so…we seem to be sharing the same boat, at least for now!

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    • Yes, sometimes the quiet is more terrifying than hearing noises. I’ve found that to be especially true in the back-country when camping or backpacking. There are always sounds, always noises in the night, but when you wake up and it’s perfectly silent… oh dear…

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  22. That’s creepy. Our phone used to ring at the exact same time every night. One ring. Nobody was ever there. We called the phone company and it stopped. That’s the closest I ever got. 🙂 Thanks for linking up. Don’t forget to vote.

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  23. I live in a 113 year old house, and there have been a few incidents, but if there is a ghost(s) it seems to be benevolent. Last week, when I awoke in the middle of the night and started thinking again about how much I’ll miss my daughter when she goes off to college next fall, I reached under my pillow for a stashed kleenex and found a friendship bracelet she made for me when she was in grade school. I have absolutely no explanation as to how it got there, but I found it comforting:)

    Fun 33 words!

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