The Intruder in the Night (Magic Memory)

I have fibromyalgia and some coexisting conditions. I experience a cognitive dysfunction known as fibro fog. I need to do mind work every day. When a memory strikes, I write about it! It’s ‘magic’ in my mind, simply because I remember it!

I had to be 13, maybe 14 years old. My parents were out of town at a state school board conference. I was left at home to care for my two younger siblings. A boy we’ll call ‘Jon,’ was one year younger than me, and my sister, who I’ll refer to as ‘Leah’ was six years my junior. (The eldest three siblings, graduated and had moved out.)

It was warm, I really remember the heat. We had lightning storms with blinding sheets of pouring rain. It was about two in the morning, and I heard rustling around in my little sister’s room. I got up and went to check on her. She was going through her dresser drawers in the dark. [OK, this is weird, I wonder if she’s been turned into a child zombie.] 

“Hey Leah, what are you doing?”

“I need to find my long johns.”

“Are you cold?”

“I need to find my long johns.”

I began searching through her drawers with her. I was sweating! Why did she need her long johns? Then I hear the wood crack on a step leading to the upstairs where my sister and I were. I knew my brother was asleep in his room in the basement, so hollering for his help wouldn’t work.

“Can we look for your long johns in the morning?”


“Back into bed, quickly.”

The next crack of the wood stair was closer. I figured the nighttime invader had to be close to arriving upstairs where we were. I shut the door to my little sister’s room behind me. [I’m sure we will be murdered at this point, but I wasn’t going to let this intruder past me.] I walked to the end of the hall towards the stairs picking up a baseball bat on my way. I positioned myself and got ready to take the perfect swing and knock the intruder down the stairs.

There was the intruder! He was rising up from the last step. I stepped into my swing, stopping just short of his head.

“Jesus Kim, what are you doing!?!?”

“Jon! What the hell are you doing out of bed!?!?”

“What are you doing with a bat?”

“What… good lord I could’ve killed you.”

“I was hungry, then I heard you and Leah, and I wanted to see what you were doing.”

“Go to bed, Jon! NOW!”

I slept fitfully that night, and when I woke in the morning, I went into my sister’s room and said, “Let’s look for those long johns then…”

She had no idea what I was talking about…


Author: I tripped over a stone.

I am happily married to Jeff. We are full-time RVers. We have two Goldendoodles; Dora and Dezzie. I have had Fibromyalgia for over 20 years and have learned a few tricks to deal with it, but it is my stone in the road! I am a Fibromyalgia Advocate. I have co-authored a book, The Shadow Boxers, Fighting Fibromyalgia (your personal journal.) It is available on Amazon and on my blog. I enjoy making Tribe Bracelets, also available now on my blog. Stone in the Road is another blog of mine where I post a collection of stories by bloggers that I follow.

29 thoughts on “The Intruder in the Night (Magic Memory)”

  1. I used to sleepwalk quite often. I’m not sure when I grew out of it, but the last time I remember it happening was one of the early weeks of Basic Training. Maybe that scared the sleepwalking right out of me – I knew if it happened and someone caught me I’d probably be discharged…. 😁 I sure am glad you didn’t use that baseball bat on Jon!

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    1. Wow, into Basic Training… You were a sleep walker for a long time. My sister only had that one episode. As for Jon, I knew that headshape. Isn’t that crazy? I really could’ve hurt him badly. I was going to fight until I couldn’t fight anymore!

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  2. Hi, Kim, great post😮Me thinks your brother had a lucky escape. I feel for any intruder who messes with you, lol😂and I guess you had to keep a close eye on your sister growing up. What with the sleepwalking. I can only imagine the potential hazards, it must have been a worry for you all💜

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  3. When I was young one of my best friends was an odd-faced fellow named Fred who had the habit of talking in his sleep made all the more unsettling by the fact that he often also slept with his eyes open. I remember one particularly hilarious sleepover where me and our other friend, Tony, laughed hysterically as our wide-eyed, dozing buddy Fred talked about his entrepreneurial enterprise of shipping frogs to other countries. Man I wish we had smart phones in those days to record this stuff. Nowadays we just have to rely on magic to remember. 😁

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  4. First of all, if this was a lost memory due to fibro fog that has recently resurfaced,, that’s quite a whopper and how cool is that?? If not, and it’s gone down in family lore, once you recovered from the massive fright, I wonder how often y’all have told that story and laughed about it? Pretty good tale!

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    1. Its a great tale! Family tragedy has made this memory an afterthought. I don’t have a relationship with Leah, we’ve been estranged for about 6 years and my brother passed away from cancer in 2003. He was 37. I don’t mean to be a Debbie downer! This was a fun memory for me. I was so in control at such a young age! So many memories. Leah and I will work things out.


      1. Familial relationships are too often not storybook ones. I get it. I’m very sorry you lost your brother to cancer. Perhaps it’s necessary for you and Leah to have this separation at this time. I hope that whatever the outcome, it’s the one that is the best for you both. ♥

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            1. Haha… you got it! So frustrating! I promise I’ll explain someday soon. This is a good Memory even though it was scary! Sorry to be confusing! I think this goes back to when we were talking about ‘seems like I already know you.’ I just believed you already knew! I really didn’t even think otherwise. Oh Jayne! Whoops. 🙄💜💜💜


  5. I guess if you’re going to do anything as a sleepwalker, long-john hunting is the safer option. But yikes, pretty scary to think there’s an intruder but you were well prepared. Bet Jon thanked his lucky stars he didn’t have his head taken off that night! 😆

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    1. The Long John Sleepwalker! That’s a title! Ha! I played softball for many years, I have a bat that will do serious damage and it is with me to this day! Jon was very, VERY lucky! I stepped into my swing and the intruder was going down! It’s amazing the courage you summon, I knew I was not letting any harm come to 6 year old Leah!!! Not on my watch. It was such a freaky night!

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