My Imaginary Friend and My Boogeyman

When I was seven or eight , after I watched the show. I used to hang out with my friends. We used to play hide and seek. We all had this imaginary friend, he always finds us. If I were to described him, I would say he was tall and thin. His face is indistinguishable. Is not that he was faceless? Well, sometimes he did. I know, he sounds scary. He was nice. It talked to us. He was just pleasant.
Sometimes, we go to those woods. To Candle Cove. Where we could have played forever. I found it funny now. How weird those that sounds?

That man I saw on that bar again, I saw him again today. He smiled at me. Then it hit me, I have seen him before. When I was a kid, he haven't aged for thirty years. He always was there. He always smiled, he always wore that black jacket. He wasn't alone. He was always surrounded by the other people. Some wore hoods, others masks, but they were most of the time on the Cove. My imaginary friend protects us from them. Did he? Now that I remember, they always followed or preceded whenever I met my imaginary friend.  Was it real?

Each encounter with my friend, always ended with that man coming closer to me and laughing. Then, I would wake up. He did say something to me. I need to remember. That man is back.

A Drink

During our off time, if you can call that. We could go to the town and just enjoy our freedom. We had this "local" bar, that must of us hang out. It was fun, if you can ignored the stares. We had the victory drinks, the best in my opinion. This time it was for saving them from an event I don't remember. They said my eyes were different, as they picture a perfect soldier. Soulless, but dedicated. The perfect follower. I laugh and said in the heed of the moment anything can happened. We drank, we laugh, we talked about our past sexual relationships, we talked about what was waiting for us. That feeling of thinking to see you loved ones again.

Not knowing what we are doing, only wishing the same as us. To hold each other, to joke, to play our family games. Those little moments are precious, when we don't have to worried about our CO. Everything was normal. Someone bought me a drink. This man. This young man who maybe from the village. I walk toward him. He was wearing black boots and this black long trench looking jacket. It was 100 something degrees. He wasn't sweating. He smiled. I thanks him for the drink.

He didn't respond. He was staring at the radio. I was weird it out, as young people would say. I tried to listen to it. It was a familiar jingle. The young man was winkling his finger in the beat of the jingle. I remember it, oh so well. It couldn't be. It was the opening song of Candle Cove. The man saw my remembrance of it. He started laughing and he grab my arm. He told me "Is it lovely? Your call has been answer. Stupid doctor, your kids still respond to us."

 I tried to talk back, I tried to move away. I'm a soldier, why I'm scared. He doesn't look that strong, but I felt weak. I couldn't move, I was his slave. He looked straight into me, he start laughing.  He then said "Too soon." I was thinking why hasn't my comrade hasn't help me. The guy let me go. He then walked away, I looked at him when he was nearing the exit. I saw a forest, he disappeared. I blinked, in the darkness of my blink I saw my imaginary friend again. I open my eyes. I looked back at the radio, it was broken. It looked broken for ages. I came back to my comrades, I ask if they saw the young man. They said, they haven't seen no one. They thought I needed some space to recollect. That man I met today, this wasn't the last time I would see him. Hell, I believed this wasn't our first meeting.

Desert Dream

During one of my mission in the Middle East, we were deployed on this town. That town, if you could call it that. Looking at those families, the children looking at us. Scared, at looking at us. We were  there to defend them, but they didn't know. It hurts when you don't know their language, their culture, anything about them. Only that we were there to do our job.

 Whoever is reading this, this wasn't the recent conflict on the Middle East. It was just normal procedure, a normal mundane day. Until a shot was heard, we took cover. Me and one of my partners went inside one of the houses. A house with a family of four. The parents screams, my partner who spoke a little of their language tried to calm them down. I turn around and I saw their children looking at the TV.  Lo and behold, it was my favorite show as a kid. Candle Cove. I was mesmerized.

Nostalgia got the better of me. My partner who heard gunfire, tried to get my attention. I couldn't. I needed to get inside. I was a child again. I went toward the kids, who they were entranced the same as I was. The voices of their parents, the guns and my partner were muted. It was one of my favorite episode. When Janice needed to find the muse of the cove, but Horace Horrible wanted for the Skin Taker. After that, I black out. All I heard was the soothing sounds of children's laughter and those woods.

Only one figure stood there with me. My imaginary friend. I woke up. I was back at the base. My team congratulating me on saving their asses, as they kindly put it. I didn't want to say, I didn't remember, so I accepted it. Then we went out for a drink, but I feel I have talked too much. Post it some other time.

Introduction

Hi, my name is John Peters. I used to serve with the military. I'm using this blog to find out about my childhood show called Candle Cove and keep it as a journal. I have read around it never actually existed. I don't believe it. I remember it. That laughingstock crew, they were so animated. Better than the other puppet shows. This only serve as my two cents, I will post my experiences on with that show. How it has affected me.