It all started when…

the wind would blow. There was a rustling sound outside my bedroom window. I thought something was trying to get inside the house. My father grew ornamental “Indian corn” in the backyard and it would brush up against the house when the wind blew. The sounds of the dry husks scraping against the house terrified my four year old self. My brother decided to re-enforce my fear by creating a chant that went something like this; “Indian corn’s gonna get you tonight, Indian corn’s gonna get you.” Other demonic characters designed to torture me were “Knock Knock,” “Roof Man” and “Tree Stump.” My other two siblings frequently joined in on scaring me. That’s what happens when you are the youngest of four.