I remember Child's Play.
So my mum decides to take her two sons, Bert, 10, and Ernie, 8 (me) to the north of Scotland to visit my Grandad. We stay in 1960s wooden framed, 1bed lodge just by the side of the Loch that has been a friends' of the family for years. A glorious week is spent with the family. We go fishing, have bonfires, tell tales and the such. It's now Sunday and my Mum is packing the car for the way home. My Grandad says he will stay another day as he has no appointments till wednesday. I ask if I can stay with him till then, and he agrees to take me back to the family house the next day.
My Grandad to me was my father figure. He taught me how to make welsh rarebit from 5yrs old. We often watched old war movies, Sharpe (legend), and I'd stay up a bit late to enjoy his company.
So, back in Scotland. After a day of "Go on. See what you can find. I'll make supper". I came back with a horse shoe, a stone with a hole in it and a Famous Grouse biro. my Grandad is far from amused and after supper, we watch some TV and he goes to bed early about 11pm in the only bedroom. My sleeping quarters is the couch. So I stay up awhile with the TV.
I watched that alone, on a 14" tube TV, with wind howling amidst a desolate wasteland of heather, rock and a lake (loch).I remember it ended at 2.45am. Scared ********, and seeing as though time for sleep would be in order I go over to switch the TV off by the way - just because that was my upbringing. The socket goes POP and all power in the lodge goes dead. My aged Pops is asleep and its 3am. Then, at that point in my life, I've never been so scared.
I lie there for 4hours, no sleep. Just willing the sunrise on to bathe me in safety and sanctuary. A horrific wait.