No good can come of it, I tell you. No good at all. It is not a good thing to love reading Dean Koontz, James Patterson, & Robin Cook. It is not good to watch shows like Bones, Criminal Minds, NCIS, CSI & Dexter. It is especially a bad thing when you have a ramped up imagination.
Why, you may wonder? Because picture this – here it is, Halloween. It’s dark out. My dog doesn’t bother barking at the doorbell anymore because he can’t hear it. Frank won’t be home for hours. And on what other night do we expect to hear the doorbell ring and open our door willingly to anyone who rings it? Yep, that would be tonight. So tell me, isn’t tonight the perfect night for a serial killer to go around?
Ding Dong.
Creeeek – You open the door. There’s someone standing there with a shopping bag and wearing a scream mask. Suddenly, they rush you…..
Scary music now comes on.
See? Didn’t I warn you that no good would come of it?
I’ve been handing out candy since 5:30 to the neighborhood monsters, er kids, and when I drop a treat in their bags, some have said ‘not that one. I want to choose,’ or said, ‘why only one?’ I say, “Because it’s Halloween and witches are in charge.”
I had maybe 20 kids come to the house. And thankfully, no one in Merrick, L.I. or anywhere even close looked at my blog last night or I’d have been thinking this: http://www.newsday.com/news/local/nassau/ny-litrik015907151nov01,0,2666371.story was my fault & that they got their idea from me. Although my vision was more like chopped up bodies rather than home invasion.
See, I told you not to answer your door after dark!
Excuse me but I do recall someone else answering the door when it was dark out! Just because it sounded like children, didn’t mean it really was. If I was a serial killer, I’d drag some happy kids along so I could fool people.
My mom asks us to come to town and help her treat because she has anywhere from 100 to 200 trick or treaters. SH gets upset and wants me to go and let Kelli stay here and treat which I WONT do……no close neighbors around on Halloween.
I admit it. I didn’t participate in the passing out of treats this year. Went to Border’s Cafe and studied, then came home and went to bed early. The rudeness of previous years irritated me into not wanting anything to do with it, and from what I hear from others, this year was worse. No thanks. Yup. That’s it. I’m officially old and crotchety.