Significant Object piece

Significant Object

Years I have been pondering why I have kept such a haunting piece of my past, as I moved around I just can’t lose this nutcracker. Before I go into detail I need to talk about the past and why I started off my story like this, first when I was between the age of 4 and 5 I have trouble remembering sometimes. The year was 1992 and I was so excited for Christmas because it’s by far my favorite holiday and every year I always got what I wanted and for some reason I felt uneasy, so I just shook it off as I barged into my parents room to wake them from sleeping. As usual I couldn’t sit still because of my extreme euphoria, so I jumped around as my groggy, sleep deprived, zombified parents slowly moved into the living room. They gave me the green light to start opening presents, and I did until there was one gift left...That particular gift turned the entire room’s spirits from euphoric and happy to depressing and the feeling of not being wanted. So after a few seconds of hesitation I grabbed the present and I turned around and looked at my parents as I mumbled “Is this for me”? They stared at the heavy gift for what seemed like years, as dad hesitates to say “Son we haven’t seen that gift before, I mean me and your mom didn’t get that or wrapped it” curiosity started really setting in as I meticulously and carefully unwrapped fold by fold of the mysterious gift. It was a Santa nutcracker, and I never had seen nor used one before and the creepy thing was it was all garnished and worn looking like it was from the fifties. There was a dark glowing, sanguine red color that was covering the Santa’s back. Since I established a basis for the Santa nutcracker I can now dive into later in my life to around the age 13, close to 14 just around my birthday things started to happen that to this day seem so unreal or fake to my reality. The worse night I had with the Santa nutcracker took place exactly 4 days from my 14^th birthday where one night I was trying to sleep in my dark room and I hear giggling so I arise out of bed to see nothing in my room so I just shrug off the notion of a possible supernatural presence where I later come to regret. I finally did in fact fall asleep only to be violently shook awake by a paralyzed feeling and what seems like a sense of dread that just washes over me like an ocean of neglect and mistreatment. So I jump out of bed to see my closet door open and I can’t figure out why because I always close it before I go to bed, and there was nothing in my closet but when I looked at the door way I heard an evil, dark, aggressive shrill that scared me so bad I threw my door open and ran down the hall so fast that I tripped and fell on the floor where then I went into my parents room mortified, crying and outrageously scared. They comforted me and told me it was the heater because the room next to mine was where we put the heater was located and rationally I couldn’t shake the feeling of it was something else. But to this day I just can’t keep the Santa nutcracker around so I recently sold it for 15 quick dollars. I sold the nutcracker because every time I bring it out of its box I have the same feeling of dread and pain with some misery, I actually researched the about my experiences and one website told me that specific objects can harbor demons or spirits even though I was raised to believe different I didn’t want that kind of thing around my children so I sold it to an old couple, were years later I saw them on the news about a man slaughter story about a older man murdering his wife with a tire iron and that the old man is now in court pleading insanity because he doesn’t remember what happened and he said he saw hallucinations. As I listen I start to become numb and I remember the Porcelain Santa and I had shivers as I clicked off my TV.