
There are certain things that give us shivers. For some, it's fingernails on a chalkboard or cracking knuckles. For me, one of those things is Count von Count. Yes, a Sesame Street Muppet gives me shivers.
When I was little, we lived in a "starter home" that had a hallway that the 3 bedrooms and the loo that branched off. My brother's room was closest to the living room and my room was at the end of the hall across from Mom & Dad's. At the end of the hall (straight ahead as you walked down the hall), there was a mirror. This mirror scared me.
At night, I would lay in my bed and I swear I would see Count von Count (often referred to simply as "The Count") lurking down the hall. In my 3 year old eyes he was 4 or 5 feet tall and had the same lurky bounce that he has on Sesame Street.
I would pray that The Count wouldn't come to get me or Mom & Dad. I figured that my brother would have either already suffered his fate at the hands of the Count or he was safe, so I didn't need to worry about him.

Every morning, we were all safe. So, where did The Count go?! I mean, he had to go somewhere, right? The mirror. It had to be the mirror! I started to see the castle in the mirror and run by it at night & launch into my bed & under the covers.
We moved from that house and the mirror came with us to our new home. It was moved to the bottom of our stairs where it haunted me for many more years ~ about as much as the Indian Chief that Dad swore haunted our basement.
Chuck is evil, but I love the Indian Chief angle.
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