I have, however, seen most of the "popular" scenes. And I can, with no reservation and based on that knowledge, tell you about the time my own mother was possessed by some sinister being.
It was time to clean our room. The room spent a lot of time in some sort of disarray. Because it was split down the middle for most things, your stuff on that side, my stuff on my side, its hard to imagine how this could be. And, more importantly, how this could create strife. It should be obvious where the problem was. If that half was clean, the other person was the one that should be in there cleaning up their mess. Not so with this room. I think while we were sleeping it dumped things from the closet and mixed everything up on the floor. Because, without fail, when it was time to clean, there would be a fight.
It was on one of these occasions when the above possession took place. Apparently, we had been arguing and fighting most of the morning. I do not recall this part of the story. Those details were added by our mother at a later date. I think she is just remembering it wrong because, well, she was possessed.
So, we are in the room, debating over what stuff belongs to who and whose fault all this is, and getting a bit loud and possibly animated. It was at that point that there was a very sudden, very loud THUD. It was audible above our "discussion". Our room went silent. We looked at each other. I can honestly say there was fear in the air and it was thick. Very carefully, we poked our heads out of the bedroom door. We stepped out into the hallway and there, in the living room, was our mom. Sitting on the fireplace (not literally on the fireplace but on the hearth) and looking a bit, shall we say, out of sorts.
Side note-There was a fashion phenomenon in the 80's created by a Doctor. Dr. Scholl to be exact. My mom had a pair and loved them.
After observing moms current position, we looked to see what had made that horrible sound. There, in the wall, was a hole. And on the floor in front of the hole, lay her sandal. The heavy, wooden, doctor created sandal. We looked at it and looked back at her. At this point she spoke. The words were coming out of her mouth but it was through very gritted teeth. Dirty Harry was speaking through our mother and he said, "Just be glad that wasn't one of your heads".
We retreated, quickly, back to our room and shut the door. I know there was a lot of very quiet blaming going on. And I do mean quiet. We were careful not to make a sound. I would love to tell you that our room got clean. I can not confirm that. I know we eventually came out but a lot of time passed before either of us were brave enough. How much time? I don't know. The only reason I know we came out is because I am, obviously, not still in there.
We knew we had pushed her buttons, finally severed that last nerve.
We didn't see Dirty Harry leave that day but we were affected enough to be fearful of those sandals. And we knew, that as long as those sandals were in style, he might come back.
We still were not fearful of mom though, still didn't learn our lesson. She tells stories of how we use to call her at work. I would be on one phone, my sister on the other, arguing while trying to talk, tattle/rat on the other. She said one time, she just put the phone down and walked away. We kept arguing. At some point we figured it out, hung up and called back. We were not a quick study where our mom was concerned.
The fact that she snapped that particular day was surprising because normally when the quarreling got too much, she would just get in her car and leave. Yep. Gone. Oh, she always came back and usually wasn't even gone that long. Just enough to make us wonder and sweat out who was going to have to explain it to our dad if she didn't come back. I'm surprised she wasn't a drinker. No one that had met us and seen us in action would have blamed her, I'm sure. We tried her patience, at least that's what she use to tell us we were doing.
And yet, we all survived and no one got hurt.
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