#I also though the Devil lived in a tree stump in our backyard

[hairenya]

I have the funniest one: When I was little I saw an old timey cartoon where they went to hell or something and for years I was terrified the Devil was going to grab me if I closed my eyes in the shower. I’m a satanist now.

what is the lamest thing that ever genuinely scared you like either as a kid or adult. i got scared of those halloween cartoon scooby doo ass eye stickers ppl put on mirrors when i was 9 and screamed so hard i fainted

[asheewrites]

KitsuCub 4

This fox made nothing but trouble... I sighed, poking the rabbit without much appetite. ... maybe sometimes a little less trouble. At least he brought rabbits. Honestly, a scary amount of rabbits... we were rarely without meat. The question where they came from wasn't that important when I had meat on the table every single day, though. But it justified the lack of appetite. A little. ... the fluffy fur was not too bad, either. He was very soft and warm. And the weird rumbling he did - a little like a cat - helped once a month. And Matia really liked him, almost as much as the raccoon that also had taken refuge. ...

Maybe the wild animal basically living under their roof was not that bad. But it apparently had a friend. And this friend seemed less... civilised? It wasn't great. Besides: Too many pets can't be good. Speaking of the devil. Our resident grey fox had come inside, sat down at the door, tail wrapped around him, and stared at me. And I knew it would stay like this. Because Matia had a hungry raccoon on her lap, giggling while she fed it vegetables, so she would not distract the fox, and I was done eating, so... It sat there... and stared. When I stared back, the tail started wagging. He re-wrapped his tail when I looked back at my food. This repeated itself. ... It was a little unsettling. "What do you want, fluffles...?" "Oh?," Matia looked over, waving, "Hiiiiii Mazin!" But that was that, little Coony was more interesting.

And the fox continued to stare. I huffed. And after maybe five more minutes of this, I threw my hands up: "Fine! ... what do you want, you... wonderful animal?!" At that, he got up and turned in the direction of the door. And that... once again made me feel a little weird, but hey, foxes are supposed to be smart animals, right? It was probably normal. With a sigh, I stood up: "Don't overfeed the little guy, okay?" "Okay, Mummy!," she said, petting the raccoon. And I... followed the fox into the backyard. He walked a little bit in the forest... and then sat down on a tree stump, tail wrapped again. And he looked down on the floor. When I followed the line of sight... there was a red, small-ish fox on the ground. Sleeping. I stood and stared: "... do you want me to... bring it back home?" Which happened to result in tailwagging. "It's probably full of fleas," he huffed. Aaaand he looked at me with pleading eyes. "... well fine. But you better behave the next weeks" I grabbed the - actually kind of dirty - fox at his scruff and held him. It seemed to be tuckered out. "You know you're going to have to give up your bed then" Because he's going to sleep... mostly in mine, darn it. I sighed. And followed my original fox back home. What a life. Ugh.