Beyond Selidor

I also thought that about traffic lights! Or, well, I invented it as a way they worked; I don’t remember actually believing it, just trying to figure out how the lights worked. I imagined that there was a person in the ground beneath the light, in some kind of subterranean office, and there was a system of mirrors whereby they would monitor traffic and slide a differently coloured card beneath the light tunnel to change the light to the next colour. This would then get bounced up to the actual lights. But I couldn’t figure out why we needed three lights, though I figured maybe it was so people who had trouble seeing wouldn’t get mixed up, because the lights would be in different circles.

I also thought that the door from the basement main area into the laundry room could open into an Egyptian tomb. I’d never seen it happen, but I was convinced that one day when I was least expecting it, the door would swing open and there we’d be. It was a very effective deterrent against watching too much television, as our television was in the main basement area!

Your puppets are quite unsettling! It brings to mind the short story (which I have not read) “I have no mouth, and I must scream”.