Hässlicher Geist der Nacht

(Hateful Spirit in the Night)

By BR Chitwood

Consuming Christmas Party libations beyond my good senses, a taxi took me home at 11:00 PM. Slightly inebriated and weary, I quickly undressed and went to bed. Sleep came before I could analyze any possible party behavioral glitches.

`Whether a ‘hateful ghost of night’ or not, Adolf Hitler was sitting on the edge of my bed as I turned to change positions, banging my hand on the headboard. As I bunched the bed covers around me on some obscure impulse, I could not turn my eyes away from the apparition on my bed.

Der deutsche Führer… (Okay, no more ‘showing off’ plus it takes time switching back and forth getting the translations.) The ruthless German leader, responsible for a war and executions of millions of good people in gas chambers, sat sullen staring at me…