Dustbunnies
Tuesday, November 29th, 2011It all started with this snippet of a story:
Today I stand at the threshold between humanity and the insane. Many times I have passed
this door but avoided turning the knob. I have often read its sign “beware the zombies,” and
moved on. On the other side of the door, only shadows of life haunt a room that was once
habited by my son. We had noticed our son’s transformation too late. Now only ghosts of
him remain.
But of late, I have heard stirrings inside the room–rustlings of ghosts past. Demons call out
to me, attempting to lure me into the darkness, that pit full of vile stench. But I know their
one fear — LIGHT. So I stand at the door in daylight, and flip the hall light on. I am armed
and ready — Febreeze in one hand, a bottle of Holy water in the other. I softly turn the knob
… and darkness!
copyright:Â Pamela Leger, June 25, 2011
I need to finish that story.
Anyway, here is a model of the dustbunnies that haunt my son’s room:
















