I posted some weeks ago about my son's irrational fear of what he called, the "Scary Red Light" in his closet. The mystery has been solved!
Long ago, a toy, a motion-activated light-up noisome thing, was forged in the secret fires of Mount Doom, then given as a gift to my son. But he was deceived; we were all deceived. The toy was all together evil, working out its machinations, driving my household mad. The lightest step activated it — lights flashed, demented carnival tunes blared.
My home was fraying, nearly undone. An alliance, the last alliance of sane parents was formed and a battle fought. The toy's voice-box was removed. It should have been destroyed that day, but instead, it was banished high up in the closet of my son's room.
Some things, that should not have been forgotten, were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half years, this accursed toy passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it silently activated late one night; and thus was born the Scary Red Light.
But never fear. Once and for all, I have carried it to Mount Doom and cast it into the fires from whence it came. Evil has been destroyed.
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