Alice, my grandmother used to recite Little Orphan Annie to me and my two cousins, and it used to give me chills up my spine.

Swanno- great poem! I used to be petrified of the Unholy Quartet- Dracula, Frankenstein, The Mummy, and Wolfman. All these guys would take turns hiding in my closet at night, leaving the sliding door open just about two inches so they could peer out at me. I learned to fall asleep with the sheet pulled tight around my throat, so if Dracula tried to bite my throat I would wake up and have a fighting chance.