Eldest cousins are, by their very nature, assholes. With the responsibility that comes with being an eldest comes the need to let off steam, and what better way to do that than play some video games? Nah, really the best way to blow off steam is is to scare the ever loving shit out of little children.
As an eldest cousin on one side and a younger on the other I received some good experience on exactly what was the most terrifying thing to do to little children. To me, it was one of my closest cousins pretending to be possessed by a ghost by the name of Mr. Melon.
Everyone would play along until I locked myself somewhere safe. They would then make exorcism noises and tell me that Mr. Melon was purged. Then the cycle would repeat itself.
It is in the very nature of small children to be afraid of stuff. The monster under the bed, the thing in the closet, the dark. All of it presents a strange unknown to a child and therefore makes them afraid of it. But being the eldest grants the "I am large" bonus. To the mini-people you are Big, the Big people are loving, caring, nurturing and protective. But, when you do something unpredictable such as snarl and roar, you are Bad Big. The same kind of Bad Big as the people in white vans who offer free candy. You are unknown, you are scary and you have the power.
Power is a corrupting substance to anything, but is especially corrupting to bored, hormone boosted, mentally unwell teenagers who have just found out that just by growling, you can scare a child shitless. I myself was once on a trampoline at a family reunion with two infants (a little boy and girl), then suddenly, I wanted the trampoline to myself.
It was a shitty trampoline, I don't know why I wanted it to myself, I didn't even want to jump, I just wanted it
and knew I could have it. I turned to the boy and made a growling noise, he just ran. He jumped of the trampoline and ran. I let the fear mature in the other one; not too short as to not get enough fear, but not too long so that she would stop being scared. After a good amount of time I looked theinfant in the eye and roared.
She did not only jump. She FLEW. she jumped and ran for her life,crying tears of terror all the way.
Later at the same reunion, after nightfall I put a jacket on top of my head, waited outside behind a tree in the utter darkness, and started to make the growling noise.
I was just outside the front door with small children inside.I sat and made the noise until the fear was overcome by curiosity and one of my close cousins came up, I told him to run back in screaming. Every time one would inch forward, propelled by curiosity, I would roar them back into fear. Then the second to eldest cousin came along (around 5 years younger than me) He bravely went out, at which point I covered him with the jacket and made growling noises while he screamed. In the confusion I told him my plan, " pretend you are dead, I will drag you off, hide until this is over". He complied; adding death of a close cousin to the background terror. This went on until my close cousin (the first one) decided to foil my plan by hitting me. I pretended I had died, planning to make a comeback until I heard my uncle tell me:
"shit that kid isn't going to sleep tonight, yo Monster tell the poor kid monsters aren't real".
I look up and find some poor kid crying his eyes out. I threw off the jacket and convinced him monsters are not real. But inside I knew, the real monster was me.
And The Monster will make a comeback.
As an eldest cousin on one side and a younger on the other I received some good experience on exactly what was the most terrifying thing to do to little children. To me, it was one of my closest cousins pretending to be possessed by a ghost by the name of Mr. Melon.
It is in the very nature of small children to be afraid of stuff. The monster under the bed, the thing in the closet, the dark. All of it presents a strange unknown to a child and therefore makes them afraid of it. But being the eldest grants the "I am large" bonus. To the mini-people you are Big, the Big people are loving, caring, nurturing and protective. But, when you do something unpredictable such as snarl and roar, you are Bad Big. The same kind of Bad Big as the people in white vans who offer free candy. You are unknown, you are scary and you have the power.
Power is a corrupting substance to anything, but is especially corrupting to bored, hormone boosted, mentally unwell teenagers who have just found out that just by growling, you can scare a child shitless. I myself was once on a trampoline at a family reunion with two infants (a little boy and girl), then suddenly, I wanted the trampoline to myself.
and knew I could have it. I turned to the boy and made a growling noise, he just ran. He jumped of the trampoline and ran. I let the fear mature in the other one; not too short as to not get enough fear, but not too long so that she would stop being scared. After a good amount of time I looked theinfant in the eye and roared.
Later at the same reunion, after nightfall I put a jacket on top of my head, waited outside behind a tree in the utter darkness, and started to make the growling noise.
"shit that kid isn't going to sleep tonight, yo Monster tell the poor kid monsters aren't real".
I look up and find some poor kid crying his eyes out. I threw off the jacket and convinced him monsters are not real. But inside I knew, the real monster was me.
And The Monster will make a comeback.
