Trick-Or-Treat Fright Night


It was a chilly night. Katie pulled her cape closer to her. The winds sounded wicked. It was as if they were whispering evil words into her ears. Her body shivered and she looked up as if someone had said something to her. Two dark, long and slender clouds were floating in the moon’s face, forming the most wicked smile.

She was trick-or-treating. Her best friend and her had made arrangements to go out one more time, one more year, before everyone laughed because they were too old to be doing such childish things. The plans were broken though as her friend’s mother called Katie and told her, Lynn was down with a temperature and a sore throat.

Katie didn’t want to stay at home. She would never have that one last chance to go out. She didn’t want to pass out treats, she wanted to collect them. She decided to go out alone; but there was something creepy about the winds, and the crazy smile in the moon’s face.

She breathed a deep breath and started up to the first house with the porch light on. She knocked on the bell and stood back when the door opened and the sight she saw made her mouth drop and her eyes almost bug out.

It was a mask that greeted her. The body was very tall. Blood dripped from the lips. Blood covered the shiny knife in the left hand. A deep voice welcomed her, and with his free hand motioned for her to step inside.

Katie glanced inside, and saw the orange basket with the triangle eyes and nose. She looked around her and then past the bowl of treats. She hesitated but she wanted treats right? She darted past him and waited at the bowl for the masked person to hand her the treats.

A hand motioned for her to help herself and Katie slowly lowered her hand towards the bowl of candy. She lowered her hand until she felt the goodies and while keeping her eyes on the giver, she grabbed some candy. As soon as she had her hand full, a set of fingers grabbed her wrist and held on tight.

Katie thought she was going to pee her pants when the voice said, ” did you get all you wanted”? Katie shook her head up and down and the fingers dropped and she was allowed out of the front door.

She ran down the steps and out to the sidewalk. Her breathing was so quick and forceful, she started to feel dizzy. She walked over to the big oak tree and leaned against it; willing her breathing to calm down.

She then laughed out loud. That guy was some actor. Boy, he was really playing Halloween night all out. He was either a lunatic or had a wild imagination. She had herself composed and decided to go on to the next house.

There were two empty lots between the next house. She was almost ready to climb the steps when a hand reached from behind her and covered her mouth. The other hand wrapped itself around her waist and drug her away from the steps and off into the shadows.

Katie tried kicking at the person. She tried to scream but couldn’t get any sound to go further than the gloved hand. She fell to the ground with the robber falling on top of her. They tumbled a few times and then Katie managed to have the boogie man on his back.

She ripped the mask from the face and laughter echoed from tree branch to tree branch. It was her best friend. ” What, what in the world are you trying to do to me? Give me a heart attack? What are doing out?  Your mom said you were sick. You know, I should beat the shit out of you for scaring me almost to death”. Lynn stood up and helped Katie up. ” Hey girlfriend, my temp broke and mom said I could go out and look for you. Well, I found you, so are you ready to go trick-or-treating”? The two took off for the next porch light, laughing as best friends do. Trick-or-treat!

 

halloween

Halloween Treats


Kids excited

Jumping up and down

Mask and gowns are bought

Ready to hit the town

 

Once a year it comes

A time to eat the sweets

Mom and Dad don’t say a word

They let me eat my treats

 

But two months later

A yell from little Sue

A trip to the family dentist

Showed a little hole.

 

Now Mommy says

Never again

Only fruits and veggies

Junk in the can.

 

So here it is

Trick-or-treat once more

Mommy forgot

And I’m out the door.

 

House to house

Filling up my sack

Excitement rises

As I return back.

 

Mommy is waiting

She is standing at the door

I told you little Sue

No junk, no more.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

10/20/2013

 

trick or treat

I Got An Award


Dr. Rex over at

http://hrexach.wordpress.com

has nominated me for the Word Press Family Award. Thank-you so much my dear friend. Dr. Rex and I have been chatting for some time now.

It is such a warm feeling having friends that stop by and chat. I like the click the like button, but to be able to chat is divine!

There are rules and they are;

Shaun’s Rules:
1. Ping back to the person who gave you the Award (Me)
2. Display the Award
3. Display the text in Red as I want people to know why I made it (**I wonder if I can do this!)
4. Nominate 10 people you look to as almost Family here on Word Press”

But for this one time I want to change a bit of it.

You answer my questions, then pick some bloggers to add them to the family! Easy as pie!

Questions

1.What was the most awesome Halloween costume you ever remember wearing?

2. What age were you when you quit trick-or-treating?

3.What is the very first thing you do when your eyes open in the morning?

4. What is the very last thing you do before you go to bed at nights?

5.What can scare the crap out of you faster than anything else?

6.Did you ever trick someone on Halloween night?

7. How old were you when you first fell in love?

8. Where were you when you were first kissed?

9. What would you love to open this year at Christmas?

10. Weren’t these questions easy?

Nominations are;

cobbies69
cobbies69.wordpress.com

lifeconfusions
lifeconfusions.wordpress.com

Weekly Writing Challenge – DNA Analysis | Joe’s Musings
joeowensblog.wordpress.com/2

Mama Miyuki Easy Pantsy
cookingwithmamamiyuki.wordpress.com

Daily Prompt: New Internet Order | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
angloswiss-chronicles.com/2013

wordpress-family-award

 

I Was Thrilled, I Had A Visitor


Being a Grandma was not always my highlight of traits. I love my Grandkids but I was not nor am I still the babysitting granny.

I can’t really blame anyone but myself I guess when it comes to visits or calls from any of them. I was never the one who called my kids begging to take care of the cuties.  I can’t fix it because I can not fix who I am deep down inside. I always tell myself that the reason I don’t like to baby sit is because I have had to do it since I was 10 years old.

Every day I didn’t have school I had to watch my sister. I had my first child at the age of 19. I feel so much guilt that I am not like other grandparents. I am the oddball, but when and if they come to visit, I am thrilled.

In fact one of my granddaughters came to visit me today to show me her costumes for trick-or-treating. She also brought me her very first school photo. I enjoyed this visit. It was wonderful. I gave her a big hug when she left and told her to come back. You don’t realize this, but she looks so much like I did when I was little. She and my daughter and one son look more like me, even if they don’t want to admit it. Really, it is a compliment as I was quite a looker when I was young.terry when she was little This is me and the next ones are her.

Hanna at Halloweenhanna at halloween 2hanna school photo

My Parents Rules


Excuse me while I tell you about what I was thinking while sitting in the lady’s room on the throne. I know, right? We get some of our best ideas in those little rooms.

I actually was thinking about how Al had struggled all morning with breathing. Nothing looks any different on him, but listening, you can hear changes. Well that thought drifted off to Mom and Dad.

I was wondering  how they would feel about the care I give Al. I was going back in time and remembering all the “rules of life” they instilled in us kids.Rules of Life (2)

Now many years later I look at myself and see that I didn’t listen to everything they said.

Some of the rules I can remember getting ground into my head were;

1. Don’t eat with your elbows on the table.

Well I do have excellent manners when I dine out, but here at home, I don’t care as much. Who sees me? Only Al and Rhino and they don’t care as long as I am here.

2. Bedtime is at 10pm. I don’t care what others do, at this house these are my rules.

Well, I have tried to listen to those rules. Only because they are in my mind still, but it doesn’t work. How many times have you went to bed at the proper time and did nothing but lay there and toss and turn? In the morning you feel like you have been ran over by a truck. You feel like crap. What I have learned for me is, go to bed when I am tired, well as long as Al is in bed. If I lose or gain sleep time, my body will generally let me make it up the next evening.mack truck

3. Get up early The early bird gets the worm, the late riser gets nothing and shows how lazy he/she is.

I don’t get this at all. I never liked getting up early. Even now I don’t get up as early as Mom and Dad would have. Especially on the weekends. They were always early risers and I didn’t see any worm beds growing in our house.worm bed

4. You must put in a hard day’s work every day. You will be happier.

Well I am going to be brutally honest here. Mental work can be quite heavy also. Caring for Al, there are times I would like to lay down and rest before lunch time. Now that I am a little older naps are much more exciting to me then when I was told I had to take one every day; up until the day I started Kindergarten.kids napping

5. Don’t chew with your mouth open.

Now this rule I have stuck to. I don’t chew with my mouth open because I don’t want my delicacies falling out and being wasted. Besides, to me, I don’t think it looks appealing.child-eating-bad-manners

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

6. Don’t play across the street with those kids. We don’t know them.

Now here, I don’t agree totally. Yes, there are some warning signs that are obvious to the eye that I may not want to allow my kids to wander the neighborhood. But my Mom and Dad had different reasons and I won’t go into that, as it would be another whole post that I would not care to write about.

I believe that we are a nation under one ceiling. We have different colors, cultures, habits and religions. But God made each of us in his image. I have many friends who are not white like me. I love learning about culture, and I find people in general have at the very least, one fascinating thing about them. All we  have to do is look. People in general are loving and want to be loved, just like you and me.

With the times changing it is a pity that now we have to be more careful about viewing the world for what it really is and not what we hope it is. There are more dangers now than when I was being taught by my parents. Let me give you a wide example.

When I was a kid, on Halloween night, paper bags, not plastic, flimsy sacks were used for products. I would take an empty one along with my brother and we would trick-or-treat the whole neighborhood. There was no watching for porch lights on. There were no razors in apples, or sticks of gum with poison in them. It was a fun and innocent night for kids and when we came home our bags were full of goodies. Many time I was eating while trick-or-treating. I didn’t have to wait until I got home and have my candy inspected by parents or x-ray machines.children-trick-or-treating

7. Don’t speak back and never argue with your mate.

Now this one is probably my worst follower in my own life. My parents taught me children are to be seen and not heard. Children should be quiet and sit on chairs. It is no wonder when I was in elementary school I got bad marks on talking out loud. I was finally freed from silence.

I do not agree with not speaking up. It is what has made me so afraid today of voicing my opinions. It has made me sick at heart when I let people run all over me. Forcing their opinions on me when I  have my own individual thoughts. I was not allowed to be creative. Thankfully, through writing I am  healing on this issue.

I don’t believe in arguing either. I used to, don’t get me wrong. If I thought I was right, I was sticking to it no matter what. Now I have learned, it’s alright to voice my thoughts, and for my mate to say his. When each has spoken a decision to meet in the middle is agreed upon. Two adults conversing like two adults. I would never want a mate to bully me. Beating me, cussing at me, is not the way to treat another human. It is alright to agree to disagree.

So all in all I took what my parents taught me and used what felt right for me. I think they did a pretty good job. Thanks Mom and Dad. for caring enough to teach me.