Childhood: A fictional story

Disorder

Fred was lying in his bed. He knew what would happen again, because it happened already several times. The first times he was scared, frightened, terrified. I mean, you would be, too! He could not believe what was happening in front of his eyes. Nobody would believe it. Not even people in a crazy home. Well, maybe they would, but not anybody, who is clear in his head. Fred noticed a slight scratching. It was about to start. First it was just this one scratching, then a crunching, and later a squeaking. These noises became more and more and little voices mixed in this rumbling. If this is not crazy enough, then wait what happened next. Everything in his little room began to move. A model car drove down under his bed, CDs rolled out of their cases, and even the light bulb decided that it did not want to be connected anymore with the lampshade. They never reacted very well with each other. That was the reason for the flickering from time to time. Fred knew it now. Why? Well, the furnishings and all the other objects did not just move. They also talked. They talked with each other, they talked with Fred, they talked with themselves. Shortly said: it was a mess. And there seemed nothing to be, that he could do against this repeating disaster. What was happening presently, was as normal for Fred now, as tieing his shoes. The dresser took a step forward, and spit out all the socks, underpants, shirts, and everything else that was located in its drawers. Meanwhile Fred knew that he did not like the bitter taste of the washing power. He actually brought his mom to buy a cleanser with lemon taste. Unfortunately she decided last week to get the old one again. “Wohoo” yelled the driver of his Formula 1 race car, while taking his round across the room. In the last moment his toy soldiers could jump out of the way. “We have a war to fight, you rowdy!”, screamed the highest commander of the Union troops, before they continued to shoot at each other. With a long “yiehaa” the cowboy from his top shelf jumped on the dinosaur, who stood on the ground and the wildest rodeo started. The cowboy could hold himself actually quite a while, but at the end the Triceratops gave him no chance and he flew back against the wall. It was exiting! Fred would have liked the whole thing. It was really fun to watch it! And with earplugs the sleep problem was solved. However, there was just one thing that gave him and his mom every morning a headache. Every morning his room looked like a bomb crater. To be specific, that wasn’t even wrong. His model airplanes threw several bombs during one night. Of course his mom did not believe him. She thought he was crazy. Every time when she came into the room when he called her to proof his stories nothing happened. Fred was not crazy. He was sure about that. As sure as that a monster lives under his bed.