Nothing unusual was happening in my house, later in the night. I was having a nervous breakdown. Because wasn't waking up from his nap on the couch in the living room. And my children were still unconscious in the basement, where I last left them.
I knew I couldn't do anything to protect my kids from becoming something I wouldn't have any control over. It was something I had to do on my own, to make my two kids believe they are worth having around in my life.
It wasn't until a little after midnight, when I was sitting nervously in my soft, red armchair in the living room, watching after my sleeping husband on the couch. I heard movement coming from downstairs in the basement.
I tried to stir my husband, Russell, awake, but he was lost deep in sleep. So, I put my red pillow I was clutching to my chest, aside, and walked into the kitchen. I headed over to the basement door and unlocked it.
When I opened the basement door, I turned and gasped when I looked to see my two kids appeared at the front of the basement stairs. They seemed to be in some kind of sleepwalking trance. Their eyes were open…but they were hypnotized and they were both snoring loudly.
"Kids? What's up?" I asked them, trying to get their attention. I didn't know what to think. They were starting to scare me. I started to wrap them in a hug. But Mark and Valentino didn't want to be disturbed.
They quickly shoved me aside and started to strangle me in their grasp. "Ru-Russell!" I choked out in a dry whisper. I didn't want it to end this way. I think I must have given my kids poison or something to drink. I don't know if the fairy godmother could be trusted.
I couldn't fight them off me. They pinned me to the ground on the white kitchen floor. I knocked my head against the side of the counter next to the refrigerator. Mark and Valentino were still strangling the life out of me. There wasn't much I could do but let them take control of myself.
"Pl-please don't d-do this to me," I choked out in a whisper. As Mark continued to strangle me, Valentino got on top of me. He started to open mouth. Valentino then started sucking my life out of my mouth. I was gasping desperately for some fresh breath. But my monster children were too strong.
I couldn't believe my two children were like this. I didn't raise them to be monsters. I made them to be loving and caring so we all could get along with each other. I had to find a way to call forth the fairy godmother again. She had to help me find out what kind of potion she gave my children to drink.
As Mark continued strangling around my neck, and Valentino was sucking my life force out of my body, I started floating above the floor in the kitchen. I felt a cold draft wash over me. Mark and Valentino were not giving up taking my life out.
I don't know what was happening to me. But if I didn't fight what was becoming of myself, I knew I'd never be the same again. As my life was being choked out of me by my two monster kids, I couldn't do anything to fight them off me.
Suddenly, the lights in the kitchen started flicking on and off rapidly. A swirl of cold fog started coming up from the basement door in the kitchen. It was going to be over before I knew it. I was going to do whatever it took, to keep my children from sucking my life out.
After my last breaths were out, I gasped with fright! As I heard something like a baseball bat hitting the side of my son's Valentino head. As I opened my eyes, I saw Valentino knocked out on his side, next to me in the kitchen.
Another thwack aside Mark's head with the baseball bat, and Mark was also unconscious next to me. I looked up and over to my side. Russell, my husband, appeared before me with a serious and frightened look on his face. He gripped the baseball bat from our kid's little league baseball team in his hands.
And noticed I was still floating in midair. I gasped when I started to fall on top of my sprawled children on the floor, next to them in the kitchen. When my husband quickly dropped the baseball bat in his hands and caught me.
"Honey! What's going on?" Russell asked, worriedly. I didn't know how to respond. I just looked at him with nervousness. I let out a wry laugh and wrapped my husband in a frightened hug.
I don't think it's ever going to be the same in our lives again.