Never Playing this Game Again
When I was a kid staying at my grandma’s house, I used to hide from her in the house and make her come find me. On one particular occasion I decided to hide in this closet in her back room. The closet was filled with junk she had collected/hoarded over the years.
Well, it was taking her a particularly long time to find me this time. So I started shifting around in there to get more comfortable. My movements jostled an upper shelf and caused what I thought was a Gremlin to fall on top of me.
It turns out it was a taxidermy baby alligator that I had never seen before. It scared the life out of me. I grabbed it and threw it off of me, but it was old and brittle and its leg crumbled off in my hands. I may have peed myself. I never played hide and seek again. Anywhere. kittyjenjen