The Grinch That Stole... My Socks?

Date: 7/6/2019

By ssqp781

This is one of the first nightmares I can recall having, period. I remember a dark blue hallway, a very young me with uncharacteristically short hair, and a preexisting fear of the live action Grinch movie. The Grinch, I believe, was after me, and what I recall to this day is my socks being yanked from my bare feet to reveal green fur underneath—at which point I screamed. Then I woke up. I don’t know why this was so horrifying to me at the time, but I’ve always hated feet anyways. But years later I would grow to love the Jim Carrey movie; one of the only Christmas movies I can stand now.