Today I didn’t do a whole lot. It is chilly and has been raining here pretty much the past three days. I put a few more things away. I put some fresh cabbage, yellow and green zucchini, onion and new red potatoes in the crock pot this morning. This was my supper tonight.
The time is coming closer for Halloween and dressing up along with passing out treats. I have a feeling I won’t get any trick-or-treaters, since I live on a dead-end street. I did see a recipe on my Facebook page that perked up my interest. It uses pumpkin and there is no baking. I like that kind of recipe and I imagine I will make some soon. Here is the link for you to look at and maybe make too.
I also saw this hilarious video too that is not really scary, more funny than anything. It has to do with Halloween.
Along with the funny video here is some Halloween music to calm your bones, or is that stir up your bones, give you the shivers, hahahahaha.
I have decorations to put up but I probably won’t. I don’t even have the house completely put together. I have one more room to paint as soon as my daughter and I get together, then I can put that room together.
In the mean time enjoy the rest of your weekend my friends.
It started out with rain and a gutter full of fog. I had to go to work. I had called out too many times. I looked out the tear driven window. I saw my car out under the car port. How many times I had placed a request to that cheap-ass landlord to put a light out under it. All I asked for is one light. For heaven’s sake, is that too much considering the dollars he rakes in from all of us tenants each month?
No, he hadn’t done it yet. Said he had been so busy. Doing what, screwing that bleached-out blonde bimbo upstairs in room 69? I had passed her many times in the halls as we all picked up our mail at one specified spot. She must be about 60 or so. Looks like an old used mop; but I have to admit, she still carries the curves with ease.
I stood watching the rain fall, cursing myself for not buying me a gun when I had the money. I work my ass off, only to give it to those money hungry bill people. Miss one payment, and they are almost on your front door with snarling teeth and that fake smile, holding their grubby hands out. Living week to week seems to be the main stream of life for most of us here on hood alley.
A notch above the gutter, a roof over our head, only a few cockroaches to be seen scurrying up the walls and I haven’t heard those measly mice either. I guess the landlord does do something with his time besides bop that old hag. I ought to let his wife know, but hell, those who play with fire do get burned. Let him burn his own ass.
I looked at my watch. Damn, it is getting to the point I could be late. Do I dare call off one more time? I really don’t mind my job, no really, I don’t. I work down at the truck cafe nights. Let those bastards pinch my ass or peak down my blouse when I am pouring another cup of java and they tip me well.
My issue is the recurring dreams I have had lately. Afraid, afraid that the real boogie man is outside my car waiting. Waiting for me. He is going to threaten to slice my throat if I don’t give him a piece of ass. A bad dream I have had, but after so many nights, could it become a reality?
I turned from the window and went in and finished putting my tight jeans on. I pushed my breasts together and pasted them tighter with a piece of clear tape. That ought to get me some decent tips tonight.
I colored in my brows, put some gold-specked eye shadow, smacked my lips together after putting some ultra-shine gloss on them. A couple of coats of extra black mascara and a half of can of hair spray and I was ready.
My gut started to flutter with butterflies. I just had this sick feeling in my mind that says, tonight is the night. Oh well, Blanche, get your jacket and hat on and get yourself out to that car.
I made sure all the lights were off. I flipped the porch light on and stood outside my back door looking in the direction of the car. Only a few yards, I can do it, now go. I walk slowly to the car and place my key in the lock. Quickly looking side to side I turn the key.
I push in on the door handle and open the door. Suddenly a glove wraps itself around my mouth from behind. I push it away and it comes back with a force. I try to say something, to scream, but my mouth is covered with what felt like tar.
I was flipped around so I was facing my reaper. Glove removed, I pleaded for my life. ” Please, please don’t hurt me. I don’t have any money. Hell I don’t even carry a purse. Only thing I got is my license on me.”
” I don’t want your money lady. I am not going to hurt you either. We just need to talk.” Pee slowly trickled down my legs and I cussed this bitch out as now I was going to definitely be late for work, because I would have to go back in and change pants.
The scarf came undone from the intruder’s face and my mouth fell open as I recognized the person standing before me. ” Phyllis, what , what in the world are you doing here, and why the hell are you trying to scare me half to death? Damn woman, you about gave me a heart attack.”
” I want answers. I have a feeling my husband is cheating on me. I need your help.”
” Listen Phyllis, your husband is my landlord. I am not going to do anything to jeopardize my getting kicked out of here. If you want to know anything do your own spy work. Better yet, why don’t you ask him.”
” You have eyes, I know you snoop on the going’s on here. Tell me my suspicions are right. I promise to make it worth your while.”
Now she had my attention. ” How you going to make it worth my while Phyllis? The only thing that works good for me is cold, hard cash, nothing else.”
” How about six months of free rent?” My mind quickly tossed these words around and I locked my car and she and I headed back into my room. The hell with work. I could find a new job with my extra money I was going to save. Maybe even a better job and a better place to live. I smiled as I unlocked my door and let her in.
Do you believe? I have days where I doubt. I have times where I want to believe. Many years ago I was sitting in an old farmhouse with my girlfriend. Our kids were in bed and it was quiet.
She had been having issues with a marriage. What was God’s answers to marriage compared to her desires. This particular evening as we were sitting and talking she had a vision come to her.
I didn’t see anything. It was all hers, but I did see her rocker move. It scared me to be honest. She saw it to and she then told me of the vision she had. An elderly gentleman, who went to our church who had passed on, came to her and sat on her rocker. Her answers she sought had been given to her. We talked and sort of laughed over the rocker. The night went on but I never forgot what had happened.
Then there is Al. What about what he says he sees? Is he really seeing our parents? Has he really had a vision of Jesus standing next to him? What about the late evening this past summer when my son and my nephew and I were sitting around the campfire, when the front door went slamming open. It remained open long enough that a person had enough time to exit the door.
I always think of the Ghost Hunters on TV as an entertaining program to watch for fun. Do I really believe this can happen? Do others have experiences that takes any doubt out of their mind that there are spirits living among us?
What about exorcism, do you believe in these? Can Satan disguise himself as a person and play cruel jokes on our minds?
I am watching Dr. Phil right now. The topic is on spirits living in our human world. Famous people who I think are good people are on there explaining their own stories. Dr. Phil, whom I really enjoy watching, says he is a skeptic, but open-minded enough to listen.
I just wanted to get your opinions. Anything you have to say, or a story to tell, there will be no judging. Feel free to write a comment to me. Like I said, there are times I want to believe, and other times I am as Dr. Phil, a skeptic.
It was Halloween eve. The skies were gray and filled with gloom. Droplets fell on her face as she wiped her eyes to keep from squinting. There was a chill in the air and the soft winds oozed around her; giving her no choice but to snuggle deeper into her jacket.
She had just shut the door without ever making a sound. She had already played this role before. Earlier when the time was proper she had went out with her friends and decorated unasked for people’s yards.
She stood there under the eaves remembering the laughter. Still ringing in her ears she smiled remembering the tricks they had performed. She and her friends didn’t want to be home at curfew so they plotted and decided that they would meet under the big elm tree at 11:00, which is exactly now.
The streets looked like glass mirrors as the lights reflected the rain. They had an eerie and spooky look to them when it was dark out. Brittany had not been allowed out very often after dark.
She had just turned 13 this year but her parents treated her like she was still a child. If it weren’t for their stupid ways she wouldn’t have to be sneaking out of the house now. After all, they had let her go earlier.
She ran down the street trying to miss rain puddles and quickly came to the tree. Her other two friends were already there waiting for her. The three of them ran towards one of the buildings that had a big over hang. They huddled under it together, waiting, as if the rain was going to be stopping soon.
A lonely but obvious drunk staggered out of the bar across the street. He glanced in their direction but pulled his coat closer to him and started walking in the opposite direction. The girls covered their mouths and giggled; making fun of the way he walked.
The three of them agreed and they started walking towards the direction of the cemetery. The way to get there was to go through down town and then walk through the quiet little neighborhood. There was a bunch of old people who lived on this side of town. People who had married and raised their families.
The three pulled out their bar of soap and wrote some nice little words on the cars. They ran quickly to the front doors and scribbled on them. Giggling they continued their walk until they saw the old iron gate. It was shut. A sure sign there was to be no one in there after dusk.
The girls didn’t let this stop them. They walked towards where they knew there was a space wide enough for them to squeeze through. Once in they took off running for one of the old buildings, and ran inside.
It was a chapel. A small one, made for one family services. There was a newer one on down the path that held more people. They sat on the wooden benches and became quiet. Looking around seeing tree branches swaying on the outside of the window panes gave them the shivers.
Things sure did look different after dusk. They heard a noise. They jumped and saw it was a city rat. This didn’t make them smile anymore. They got on top of the benches in hope that the rat would not climb up to get them.
When the felt it was safe to get down they sat back down and were planning what their next move would be when the entry door opened. One of the girls started to cry out of fear. They grabbed each others hands and squeezed.
They turned towards the door but saw nothing. This scared them more. Now their minds could began to build up an imaginary case against the culprit. Brittany and her friends wanted out of here. It wasn’t as cool to be out at night as they thought it was.
The only way out was the same way they came in. But, the door had opened. They each heard the squeaky hinges. They turned towards the door staring it down. The seconds became louder from the big wall clock and their breathing became hushed.
For what seemed forever they decided to make a run for it as nothing had happened in the last few moments. Not letting go of each other they scampered towards the door, running straight out of there and out of the iron gates.
They never looked back until they were on the other side, back in the safe little neighborhood of old people. None of them wanted to be out anymore. They wanted to go home where they felt safe.
They hugged each other and told the other how lucky they were to have made it out alive. Saying goodbye and they would see each other at school on Monday, they each ran for home. Safe in their rooms, under the covers, head peeking out, each of them were thinking about the door that opened.
Halloween, scary nights, dancing skeletons All guaranteed to scare the pants off of you Urged me to go outside, into the dark, scary sounds All to play with my camera, just walking around. BOO!
Shelly went across the street to babysit for Nathan. For months she had been doing this while the parents went out for dinner and movies. It was the night before Halloween. The plan was to carve the pumpkin, pop popcorn and watch a scary movie on TV.
Shelly knocked and Nathan let her in. ” Are we still going to carve the pumpkin Shelly?”
Laughing she tousled his hair and said ” yes.”
The parents told her there was pizza waiting for them and they left. The two sat down to eat when a knock at the back door make Nathan jump up and go for it. Shelly stopped him by saying, ” We don’t know who is there. I will answer it. Haven’t your parents taught you about opening doors to strangers?”
Nathan backed off and Shelly opened the door. No one was there. She stepped outside to look leaving the door open. A cold chill went through her. Seeing no one she went back inside and locked the door.
The two finished the pizza and after clearing the table she got some old newspapers and spread them on the table. Placing the pumpkin and getting the carving knife out the two begin to think of ideas of a face.
“Let’s make him toothless. No, let’s make him look real mean.” Shelly asked ” Which do you want, toothless or mean looking?”
” Mean, I choose mean.” Shelly cut the top off making sure not to break the stem. Nathan and her begin pulling the seeds and pulp out. She started carving the face. Mean looking eyes, a pointy nose and uneven teeth.
She was down to the last tooth when she accidentally poked her finger. Blood started dripping and was getting inside the shell of the pumpkin. ” Nathan, go get me a wet wash rag. I can’t get this to stop bleeding.”
Nathan jumped down and ran to the bathroom. Shelly was squeezing her finger trying to apply pressure to get it to stop. The more she pushed down the faster blood dripped. “Hurry Nathan, hurry.”
Nathan didn’t come back so she went to the sink and turned the cold water on letting it pour over her finger. She was watching over her back waiting for Nathan and when she turned back around orange pulp was coming out of the faucet.
It began to wrap itself around her hands binding them together. Slimy pulp attached itself to the open area and started slithering its way inside sucking every drop of blood as it dove deeper and deeper.
She tried to break free but the hold was tight. All she could do was watch her veins pop as the pulp took over replacing blood with orange mucus.
She started to feel nauseated and before she could yell for help she fell to the floor. Within minutes she was covered in pulp. Seeds were birthing and coating her over and over. Her eyes started to bulge as her air was being cut off.
Pulp started streaming out of her nose and eyes. It was webbing itself around her neck trying to choke her. She managed to scream one more good scream. Nathan who had been side tracked by the television must have heard the urgency in her voice. He came out to the kitchen. He saw her laying on the floor. He was so terrified he stood frozen and peed his pants.
Whispering, ” Go get the neighbors Nathan, go get help,” Nathan raced for the back door. He didn’t remember that he wasn’t to be out that back door. He ran through the darkness and into the arms of vines of pulp.
The pulp grabbed him by the pant legs trying to pull him down. Nathan was stamping the ground yelling, ” Leave me alone, leave me alone.” Nathan’s heart was beating so fast his chest began to hurt. He had to get help. He had to help Shelly.
With all the strength he had he used his karate he had seen on his cartoons and chopped himself loose from the vines. He picked up speed and ran as fast as he could. Tripping over a root from a tree he scrambled back to his feet and ran to the neighbor’s door.
Without knocking he turned the door handle. It opened and he raced into the living room where the neighbors were watching TV. ” Help, help, we need help. Hurry, the baby sitter is hurt bad.”
The nice lady brought him over to where she was sitting on the couch and tried to get him to calm down long enough to get the story. Her husband ran out the door and went to where Nathan lived.
He stood inside the door and then turned and vomited in the yard. Turning back to look again he saw nothing but the shape of a body lying on the floor. The walls and ceiling were covered in orange. Shelly’s head had been strangled and her head had been replaced with the pumpkin that had been almost completely carved.
Who I am 