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My sister Tiffany and my brother Billy were too. I buried my head further inside of the dryer, my heart race sped up and I started sweating. I remembered then that it was probably in the last load of laundry Beverly had put in the dryer.

Like a hero I was determined to find my baby blanket and return to the couch wrapped up in the warmth of its safety. See you Friday. The fact that I was the only one awake freaked me out even more. My eyes opened when I heard an indistinct noise.

He was totally unaware of how to handle these types of situations. The run to the couch grew into a crescendo of feelings- shocked, scared, embarrassed, sad and terrified. I learned then that moments are temporary and that while you can get rid of some things other things are forever. We moved a lot throughout my childhood, but I remember the living room of the fly house quite well.

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My dad forgot to wash his own bedding during the fiasco so after tucking us into bed, he went back to work washing his sheets and bedspread so that he too could get some rest. I can recall specifically the dark brown wooden baseboards, the off-white paint that covered the walls and the popcorn ceiling that flowed from beneath a low-end Home Depot light fixture from the 90s. I needed my baby blanket, but where was it? The sun finished its descent as my sister emerged from the bathroom, officially completing the last de-lousing treatment of the night.

Typically I would be afraid of basements, but I knew my dad was still awake.

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I buried myself beneath the couch quilt and my beloved baby blanket and felt my childlike reality bursting into a million ashamed pieces. Go to sleep! I began to plot my trajectory, but suddenly I heard the floor creak somewhere above my head and then the door to the upstairs began to swing back and forth. She would help him clean it in the morning.

The moon must have been full that night, because I remember the light blue patches of the carpet glowing in its light. He was just a year shy of the divorce with my mom and was freshly obsessed with his newest catch—a fun blonde named Beverly. The best thing to do was to have the whole household treated. There were dead flies on the counters, dead flies in the bathtub and dead flies on the windowsills.

For a moment I was completely convinced that the lights flickered and that a foot-step ghost was closing in on me.

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We called this house the fly house, because when we moved into the house it was completely covered in thousands of dead flies. During the fly house years my dad was just beginning to get used to his bachelor life-style. In the midst of my anxiety the curtains began to waft about again, but faster this time. On the weekends she would come by.

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You may be able to get rid of lice, mice, marriages and thousands of dead flies, but one thing I swear you can never get rid of is the image of your dad naked, holding a basket of laundry in the night. Beyond Worthyby Jacqueline Whitney. I opened up the dryer door with the other hand and started to dig around for my blanket knowing I could tell what it was just by its texture.

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Since Hannah had just been at our house the weekend she warned us that we might have been exposed. He wrote down everything Mel had learned from the school nurse, called our Grandma for more advice and then called Beverly over to help him out.

What are you doing!? We spent weeks cleaning this house, which soon became the backdrop for a very brief portion of my childhood.

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A draft made its way between the windowpanes and the curtains were fluttering, which gave me the creeps. On top of all of that I was also just really annoyed that my dad was doing his laundry naked. I searched more and more frantically for my blanket.

After the bagging, I helped my dad ruin all of my hairbrushes by letting them boil too long in a big pot of water. She helped my siblings and I bag up all of our clothing while my dad washed some towels, blankets and our pajamas in hot water so that we could properly shower and start treating our hair. There were stacks of bedding left to wash, but Beverly had to go home that night since she had an early morning appointment the next day in the city. My dad freaked out at first.

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Beverly soon arrived with de-lousing supplies, bleach and laundry detergent. The fly house. Finally I found it—my blanket! You're in! It was a beautiful two-story house built on a farm that was once the livelihood for my great aunt and uncle, but had since been abandoned.

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Once the towels were dry Beverly started washing our bedding and bagging our toys. You may unsubscribe at any time. Follow Thought Catalog. I was running so fast that I nearly flew down the staircase to the laundry room. Normally when I was naked at night it was my baby blanket that I held close to calm me. I ended up just keeping my hand against my face as if I was blocking out the sun. Complete isolation was my idea of the twilight dad and there I was in an isolated reality with glowing carpet and shadow dancers who were obviously trying to frighten me by appearing and disappearing across the length of the walls.

We all rotated between helping with cleaning the house and taking showers. What the hell were you thinking, huh??? These words are for us all. In fact, up until that point he had been hiring our grandma to take care of most household tasks—cooking, cleaning and laundry included. Saw afternoon, during a late lunch of macaroni and cheese, we received a rare call from our dad Mel.

She was calling to let us know that our cousin Hannah had been sent home from school with lice. The flies must have bred during the summer and died the winter that we moved in. We were all ordered to camp out in the downstairs living room and get some sleep. Or rather… my naked dad standing in front of me holding a basket of laundry. All of a sudden I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. She would always bring a sense of order to the place; helping us clean it up, making dinners and exploring the farm with us.

My days at the fly house spilled on and on. With that I just got up and ran. I closed my eyes as tight as I could and wrapped myself up in a freshly washed quilt. I ran down the steps and saw no of my dad so I covered my eyes with one of my hands out of fear of seeing a ghost. During that time my brother and I caught a pet mouse in the garbage, saw sister Tiffany found my diary in which I had written a request to the universe to give me proper boobs and we all four caught a family of barn cats and naked to turn them into our very own pets.

The lice gone, but the objects we removed them from still intact. David Dodge The fly house. As nothing scared me more than being alone in my own universe. I prepared myself to run and spun around, turning face to face with….

He eventually figured out how to handle the situation though in the best way he knew how.

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I was sure that if I went downstairs I would be able to find it, feel safe again and finally fall asleep. A penis…my naked dad…a penis again…. More From Thought Catalog. As time goes on I wonder what will replace a remaining relic from those years- remove it and make me forget, but try as I might I can not.

Get our newsletter every Friday! Following that, Beverly had us all bring the rest of our laundry down into the laundry room located in the basement. She told my dad to leave the upstairs off-limits.

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I felt then that the house must certainly be haunted; if not by the thousands of dead flies whose carcasses I had so carelessly removed from the counters and floors, then by a human who lived here long before me. The whole process took hours because there were so many of us, there was only one bathroom and each treatment took more than an hour per head.