One of my first memories is of the old house, before we were taken away to foster care. It was the middle of the night and the town siren was going off. I was terrified because the siren seemed like a giant monster coming to get me. It would start out quiet and then slowly get louder and louder till it was inside the house, almost in my room, and then it would get quiet, only to come back again and again.
I remember crawling out of my crib, looking at my sleeping older brother, but I didn’t wake him. He would just get mad at me, so I looked to my older sister, but I knew she couldn’t help. I went into my mothers room, but the bed was still made and she wasn’t there. I crawled in anyway. The sheets were cold and I gathered the blankets around me. Then I saw it.
The green head, floating at the foot of the bed.
Fear surged through my tiny body like ‘lectricity and I covered myself completely. I lay there frozen, clenching my eyes tight.
When I awoke the next morning I saw the green head was just the empty green wig holder on my mothers dresser. Then I remember my brother cleaning me up and powdering by bottom. I must’ve had an accident.
