The skeletons are all tucked in, safely in their beds with naughty vitriolic dreams swirling through their heads. Their atrocious behavior saved for another day, they will not raise a ruckus. They’re holding it at bay. They’re resting up for Halloween which is the night that they will throw aside their covers and come out to play!
The children are ebullient as Halloween grows near— the day when even scaredy cats put away their fear and dressed as itchy scarecrows with straw stuck in their britches, go to meet with zombies and ghosts and ghouls and witches.
Little tiny mummies wound up in mommy’s sheet naively think they won’t run home at the first witch they meet. When they knock on neighbors’ doors, it is their fondest wish that they’ll be met at once with piles of candy in a dish.
M&M’s or Hershey bars, popcorn balls or Snickers. When their bags get full, they stuff the pockets of their knickers. If any folks procrastinate in answering their door, retaliation calls for soaping windows. Maybe more.
Only Scrooges turn out lights, do not hand out treats,
and when they hear their doorbell ring, sit stubborn in their seats.
So get your candy ready, for night will soon be falling and all your neighbors’ ghoulish kids will for sure be calling!
What if we threw Halloween and nobody came? If no one came to trick or treat, who might be to blame? Perhaps they threw a party and we were not invited. Perhaps the little kids are scared that they might be bited! Are small girls scared of zombies, little boys spooked by ghosts? Are all the big boys scared as well, in spite of all their boasts? So in spite of Reese’s Cups, Hershey’s Bars and Snickers, no chocolate biters are in sight, no chewers and no lickers. It seems that Halloween has died. Yearly hauntings are no more. We might as well eat all the treats, give up and lock the door!!!
After an hour of waiting in vain for Trick or Treaters, just as I was trying to post this post, three groups of them showed up at our door. Halloween has been rejuvinated. Photos to follow. If you need a link to them,HEREthey are.
Bloodcurdling screams of banshees and the moans of other specters are signals to skirt graveyards and other creepy sectors. Do not go close to water. La Llorona* lingers there. Hobgoblins roam on Halloween. Please take extra care that you aren’t impeded by your costume’s girth and weight so just in case, you can maintain the proper speed and gait to insure escaping witches, vampires, ghosts and ghouls who inhabit Halloween and make up all the rules. Heed well my past instructions of where you should not go. Get home before the witching hour. These warnings you should know lest you become another statistic of the night set aside for horrors, for hauntings and for fright. Halloween is filled with fun: the costumes, pumpkins, candy, and if you heed my warnings, everything should turn out dandy. Just stay away from witches of the authentic sort— the kind with real black three-inch nails and a genuine wart. Make sure the vampire’s fangs aren’t real, that ghost is in a sheet. Assure the authenticity of every friend you meet. It does not do to make new friends. Be guided by your fear and do not talk to strangers on this one night of the year.
*In Latin American folklore, La Llorona (pronounced [la ʝo.ˈɾo.na], “The Weeping Woman”) is a ghost of a woman who lost her children and now cries while looking for them in the river, often causing misfortune to those who are near, or who hear her.
I was premature in my posting of spooky Halloween photos. Go HEREto see scary photos.
The prompt words today are costume, weight, bloodcurdling and signal. Here are links:
Matt at Daily Inkling wants to know the most original Halloween costume I ever wore and where I wore it.
Can you guess what I went as?
It’s the day after Halloween, and for some reason, I have re-donned my Halloween costume, which was the unlikely choice of a Cigarette Girl! Was this my mother’s idea? Mine? Seems a strange choice and I certainly hope the real Cigarette girls of this eras wore longer skirts or more interesting underwear. At any rate, I can’t remember whether my sister caught me in this pose or staged it. I think I was going for the caramels in the center of the table. Like spreading seed for birds.
Oh, wait! Now I can see that those were Halloween cookies in the shape of pumpkins that I was going after. My sister Patti, 4 years older than me, had a costume party in the basement the night before and I think I was dipping into leftover refreshments. Her costume, a harem girl, was even more inappropriate than mine. Scarf crisscrossed over her budding chest, a lace curtain wound around her hips, bare midriff, veil and dangle over her forehead. If I were home, I’d show you a photo.
For trick and treating, she changed into a cowboy.
And I seem to have traded in my cigarettes for a large haul of candy. Perhaps they were candy cigarettes in my tray?