By Jim Hagarty
2012
I hadn’t been this creeped out in a long, long time. Maybe since my days on the farm when I was upstairs in the barn at night. There was a bad guy around every corner. Why they all decided to hang out in our barn I don’t know but they did and every one of them carried an axe which they spent the whole day sharpening.
Last week, over a 24-hour period, every time I put on my coat and went outside, before long, someone would tap me on the shoulder. I’d look around quickly but no one was ever there. The worst was when I was in the back yard in the dark, heading for the house. Tap, tap! Turn around. Nobody there.
Was I losing my mind? This was so real, it had me really freaked. The next day, I put on my coat again to go outside and got tapped again. This time I couldn’t stand it anymore. I whipped off my coat and turned it over to find that a cap had been accidentally velcroed to the hood on my coat and when I walked around, the cap swung here and there and hit me on the shoulder once in a while.
I hate that cap.
