On October 30th I lay awake trying to sort out in
my mind what I was going to do for Halloween. I am so excited I can't sleep anyway. I had the ultimate Halloween prop,
the hearse, this was our first year together.
I decided on a couple of different plans, I had hoped that I
would be able to fold myself up at the bottom of the casket, hopefully being
completely hidden by the second lid. I could also hide in the back of the hearse
and come exploding out… or I could crouch down at the front of the car and run
to the back when there were Trick or Treaters.
Finally morning came and then , I kept saying to hubby, "Hey, hey, guess what?" He would dutifully say, "what?"and then I would say, "TODAY IS HALLOWEEN." He would then say, "yes dear, you've told me 500 times today." Then I had to wait ALL DAY for it
finally to be the “witching hour” when the Trick or Treaters would arrive. Seriously I think I am more excited than the kids.
I parked the hearse catty corner in the drive way so Trick
or Treaters could see the side of the car. I put the purple lights in around
the top and on the door. Harvey and Mildred my skeletons were in attendance.
Harvey was sitting in one of the camp chairs, and Mildred was sitting in the
back of the hearse as she often does at the car shows.
Malice placed many of her Living Dead Dolls on the table. We
couldn’t find the usually candy bowl/cauldron this year, so I cleaned out all
my sewing projects from the one cauldron and it was filled with candy. We had
three 245, piece bags, and we went to the store for more that morning, by the
end of the night we were OUT!
Next it was time to pull the casket out of the hearse and
put it on the ground behind it. In pulling the casket out of the hearse and
opening it fully we discovered that someone had already lain in the casket
(with dirty shoes) and that the hinge for the bottom lid was busted, and someone
had used a cotter pin to secure it to the top.
So with the crumby hinges, I wasn’t going to be able to
swiftly open the lid at the appointed time to scare the kiddies. So
begrudgingly I agreed to just lie in the casket and when Malice uttered the
words, “don’t be afraid of the skeleton” I would pop up and reach out. I
thought this was never going to work, I’d be instantly be made by anyone.
I laid down as the first group came, as I suspected no one
was scared. I could also hear myself breathing in my mask, it was so loud! I don’t know
how anyone else couldn't hear it! The next group came and lo, I did scar some,
one poor little, little kid that was dressed like a foot ball player.
As the night wore on I hit some and some made me as soon as
they walked up. I learned a couple new things… When you make yourself into a
prop you don’t get to eat candy and drink booze while ooing and ahing over the Trick
or Treaters costumes. I also learned that some parents are mean! So often they would
tell their kids to come over and look at me and I would pop up and scare them!
Some neighbors that had been driving by wanted to come over
and see the set up, they made me as soon as they walked up. We offered them
shots and they stood around talking to Malice and Dragon. I was sitting up as
well getting a drink. I had my mask up, I saw some kids coming so I lay down,
assuming that they saw me.
So I lay still and hear people around me, and then a little
boy says, “hi, skeleton.” I assume I’ve been made so I sit up and reach out for
the boy, I think I even brushed him. He took off running and made it passed the
neighbors house to the stop sign before his parents were able to yell for him
to stop! Of course we are all evil and started laughing.
About 8:10pm a couple older kids came by, and they made me
of course. They were given a couple big hand full’s of candy. They then said
they had to put on a show, so the proceeded to do a choreographed sword fight!
They were pretty good!
Malice’s kids were over and her grandson and son in law
assisted me with a good scare. They poked me and said that nothing would
happen. Then when I heard someone close I sat up, scared a couple.
It was a fun night, and now I feel like one does
after opening all their Christmas presents… 365 more days to go until I get to
do this again! Ugh... Oh well on to Krampusnacht...
