Creepy Dummys

Last night I decided to take care of an issue that I'd been avoiding for a long time: I bought a roll of 9 inch thick insulation to attach in between the floor joists under the store floor.  I've been avoiding it because 1 Its butt cold under this old building and 2 I hate working with fiberglass insulation because it gets all over you, makes you itch and sends you into coughing fits if you don't wear a mask and 3 I hate wearing masks and 4 its really, really creepy down under the floor.  We'd already closed the store, so it was just me down below with my thoughts... and its interesting what kinds of thoughts one has while climbing around in the dirt underneath a 130 year old building.  "I wonder if there's a body down here that someone dumped 100 years ago? Or what about giant rats, or brown recluse spiders?".  Needless to say, I got the job done in record time.  Some jobs are better left for the daytime, especially if you're afraid of the dark as I am.  Yes, I'm 51 years old and I still hate the dark.  I attribute this lifetime phobia and dysfunction to my older siblings, who used to lock my younger brother John and I in various rooms in the house, in the dark of course.  I vividly remember banging on the door and yelling, all the while imagining the monsters and ghouls crawling up behind us, ready to snatch us under the bed forever.   At the last possible second when the trio of torture would open the door and save our lives as we came tumbling out of the room.  It wasn't all our imagination either.  My older brother had one of those dummys that you could make talk, move its head, and make the eyes open and close.  It was totally creepy.  One day John and I were rummaging through my parents closet and we found that dummy on the upper shelf.  We looked at it and played around with it for a few minutes and put it back.  When we went back to get it a few days or weeks later, it wasn't there.  It had MOVED, BY ITSELF!  All our fears were confirmed... the dummy was ALIVE!  So when older brother and chief torturer Bill would shut us in that room, we just KNEW that the dummy was crawling out of whatever hiding place it had found and was dragging itself across the room to attack us. 
Of course, I'm not afraid of the dummy anymore.  My fears are much more rational, like finding a 100 year old corpse half buried under the country store.

 Just too creepy