We have finally reached my favorite time of year…FALL!!! And
with fall comes my favoritest of all favorite holidays…Halloween. I usually
totally geek it out with Halloween and have been known to go a little
overboard. I just love to dress up! Which is odd since I am ubber casual in any
other instance. Not exactly the fashionista type, but boy oh boy do I
looooooove to dress for Halloween!
When I say dress up I really mean it. Make-up and all! I don’t
cheat and get a mask or some silly hat leaving my face easily recognizable. Two
of my fave costumes are the Hobo and Psycho Chick. The Hobo is your
run-of-the-mill hobo clown (of the male persuasion since it’s more fun) and I
had a blast putting it together. Salvation Army Goodwill shops ROCK for this
purpose. Just find the most hideous out of style clothing someone ‘donated’ and
there ya go! Top that puppy off with some make-up and it is a fab crowd
pleaser. Many people I work with didn’t know it was me. Not only do I sport the
hobo 5 o’clock shadow but my long curly hair gets pulled up into a ratty hat.
My other fave, the Psycho Chick, has fallen into different sub-categories;
‘ex-girlfriend,’ ‘disgruntled employee,’ and the best one ‘crazy for Joey Mac’
that was worn the day after a NKOTB concert. Yes I went there, shush it! Years
ago I found a “State Mental Hospital” gown and I dress it up a bit with fake
blood and such. I also wash out my face with make-up and add some rather unattractive
dark circles under the eyes with crazy ratted out curly hair. It’s awesome.
Another part of Halloween that I loooooove are the scary
stories. WOOT! In honor of October 31st I will share one with you…
The following are actual events. If you scare easily you may
want to stop reading now, if not, feel free to enjoy.
Those of us that read and write YA generally have characters
that do not make the best decisions of their lives which end up causing havoc
on all around them. Well, the following is a perfect example of typical teen I-should-have-thought-this-through-more
behavior.
One Halloween when my friends and I were all about 17 we
thought it would be a great idea to take a Ouija board to a cemetery. I know!
Stupid right? Hold on, it gets better. It was me, Val, Megan, Tony, and Derrick.
We all piled into a car and drove out to the-middle-of-nowhere-northern-California
and found a small, ancient cemetery on the side of the 2 lane road. Eerily
enough there was a single house next door and then an elementary school behind
that.
Leaving the Ouija board in the car we walked around the cemetery
checking out the dates and such trying to scare ourselves. It was late and not
many cars sped by, but when they did we would hit the deck behind the erect gravestones
like someone had a sniper rifle zeroed in on us.
When our scavenger hunt was unfruitful in the small cemetery
someone said, “Hey let’s grab the Ouija board!” At this point some small speck
of rationality clicked in, and I did say small, and we chickened out. Not one
of us wanted to sit on a grave and attempt to commune with the dead through a Hasbro
“toy.”
So what did we do? We took it over to the elementary school
instead, the one next door to the cemetery. I told you the rationality was
small.
After much discussion it was decided that Megan and I would
use the thing first. We spread out a blanket under a tree next to a portable
building triggering the motion light. Well at least we can see now when the spirits
come out of the “toy” to kill us, is kind of what we were thinking. So Megan
and I sit cross-legged with the Ouija balanced over our knees. We place the
indicator and begin.
I don’t know how many of you have used a Ouija board, but generally
these things take time. It starts out slow and then maybe picks up a bit, if
you’re doing it right. Well, not so much this Halloween night. The indicator
took off between our fingers like we lit it on fire informing us that ‘someone’
was in fact there.
Val, Tony, and Derrick, our bystanders, begin to get anxious
with my and Megan’s startled expressions. Derrick is cursing and saying we are
messing with evil, Val is stunned to silence (quite a feat for her), and Tony
wants to know if “it” can prove that “it” is there. Niiiice… So the board
responded to Tony even though he was not currently chatting. “It” told us ‘yes.’
At this moment the motion light on the building we were
sitting next to went off, scaring the bejezzus out of all of us. There were
murmurs of “it’s a motion light and we weren’t moving so of course it’s gonna
go off.” Megan asks if “it” had turned the light off. “Yes” was the reply.
Tony and Derrick are now jumping around the motion light to
get it to turn on again with no success. We sat in darkness. Megan asks “Can
you do it again?”
“Yes.”
The light, the motion sensor light, started flashing on and
off. Megan and I sat on the ground a good 15 feet away from the sensor while
Val, Tony and Derrick remained motionless. This was too much for us so we quickly
packed up the Ouija board and blanket, threw ourselves into Derricks
1980something Chrysler, and got the hell out of there.
I looked out the back window as we pealed out of the small
parking lot and watched as the motion light bid us adieu with its constant
flashing. It continued until the cemetery and school faded away into the dark
Halloween night.
Do you have a scary story you would like to share? Please
do! I would LOOOOOVE to hear them.
Scare me.
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