Sharon Meets the Green Man
When I was four years old, my parents packed up our home. We moved from my birth place to the small city in Northeast Arkansas that I consider my hometown. Shortly after our move, I made my first non-familial friend. Her name was Sarah and we met at Sunday school. Our parents also became friends. On Sunday afternoons, our parents would get together to play cards. Sarah and I would play outside in the country air, running wild in woods until it was dark. We would play “Duck Hunt” on her Nintendo, or “Pretty Pretty Princess”. We would pick apples and eat them until our stomachs hurt. She was my very first best friend. We were inseparable for several years.
Sarah had a much older sister. At our young age, her sister did not have much patience or use for us. I do not know exactly how old we were on this particular occasion, but we were somewhere between the ages of 4 and 8. It was one of the many nights that I would stay over at Sarah’s house. However, this night would stay with me for years to come. For on this night, I would learn of the Green Man.
Sarah and I had brushed our teeth and were laying in her bed. We kept the window open during the summer. The curtain was blowing quietly in the breeze. I do not know why her sister came in that night. She sat on the bed and told us a story. She spoke of the Green Man that lies under the bed patiently waiting. Once a person dangles a leg or an arm over the side of the bed, he grasps it and drags the person off. The unsuspecting person is pulled under the bed and gobbled up by the Green Man. After telling us this ghastly tale, her sister left the room. I couldn’t sleep that night.
Over the years, Sarah and I would drift apart. I transferred to a different school and we saw each other less frequently. Sarah’s sister eventually grew to like us fine. She probably does not even remember the story of the Green Man.
However, I never forgot the Green Man. The story has stuck with me. Anytime I wake up in the middle of the night with that eerie, “something is watching me” feeling, I think of the Green Man. If I catch myself with a limb over the side of the bed, I will quickly pull it back up. In the back of my mind, I think “What if he is down there?” I laugh at myself a little but still think it’s never a bad idea to be cautious. I have survived the Green Man for over 25 years. I am not about to become his victim just because I am too proud to admit he MIGHT be real. Stay safe, people.