A Old House... pt.3

Timmy wasn't the only one in the house. There was another, that I only saw once (that I remember). But Daddy was ahummm the one with that priveledge.

As I said in the first post of "A Old House", the interior door to the basement had a glass pane in it. A curtain was promptly placed on that window. I didn't know until I was well into my 20's that that was the first place Daddy saw "him". I don't have a name for him, I suppose because I didn't know him, but I always felt that Timmy kept "him" away from me. I asked Daddy what he looked like, his answer was very plain. He said "he looked very dead".

Daddy worked 2nd shift most of the time. "Him" loved fuckin with Daddy. Daddy didn't so much enjoy it! But you'd have to know my dad. He didn't get flustered very easily and had the patience of a Saint (as you can see, he allowed me to live) I'm not sure I would/could be so good with a child as challenging as I was. Things "Him" liked to do? Well, lets see. He liked waiting until Daddy got into bed, then he would stand over him. Daddy, being Daddy always fell for this trick. It wasn't like you couldn't feel "Him", he was very cold. Dad would open his eyes, see him and swing. Daddy didn't swing without the thought of doing damage and that fist cutting through pure air not connecting with anything solid would always land him on the floor. Mom thought this was great fun. Somehow I always felt like she enjoyed telling the tale of Daddy ending up on the floor, again (like some how it was a joke). Or he was just dreaming and ended up doing something stupid. Daddy wasn't stupid.

Daddy's tinker shop was in the basement, right on the other side of the coal storage bin. I said it was always cool down there... in the winter, cool isn't exactly a good word for it. It was FUCKIN COLD. laughing Daddy decided one year that he would section off the small area he used. He did this without purchasing anything... my god, mother would have bitched forever about money ill spent. He did use heavy black plastic sheeting, that was left over from some roof work that had been done. Then with his little corner all closed in, the small space heater made a HUGE difference in his little place. I believe that plastic stayed up about 2 days, probably minus a few hours. Of course the basement was drafty, the furnace was down there and just it coming on and off would make the plastic bellow in and out. That didn't bother Daddy. What bothered Daddy was the knocking.. yeah I know. How the hell do you knock on plastic. Well it was just that, he could see and hear a fist hitting lightly about chest high, up and down the side of the plastic. He told me the first time it happened he thought it was me, and was going to promptly scold me for making him get up, when I knew darn well that I was welcome and could just come in. He looks out the slit that was used as a doorway and all he saw was a shadow cutting around the corner of short side of his little space. He's standing half in and half out of the split, looking inside his area... knock knock knock all the way down the short side. This is when he realizes that it couldn't be me, cause I wasn't tall enough to be knocking chest high. He walks around the outside corner (still thinking it must be a physical person, annoying him) and nothing. No live person or dead person or shadow. Nothing, zip.

He goes back to doing what he was doing and it starts up again. This time he just sits still and watches. Knock knock knock all the way down one side, around the corner and down the short side. Then starting from the short side and knock knock knock up the longer side... then knock knock knock back down.. well you get the picture. I think he must have sensed it wasn't Timmy either, Timmy wasn't much taller than me (from what I had told them). Also, had he thought it was Timmy I think he would have gotten on to him just like he did in the middle of the night when Timmy was raising hell. He sat and watched, decided that he'd rather freeze his ass off and get something done than to sit and watch the knocking. Plastic down, gone.. done with. Daddy was so funny sometimes.

I asked him once why he didn't just ask him to stop it... Daddy says "I didn't like him". LOL thats my Daddy.