Is It Halloween Yet?

Richard's been putzing around in the garage. That's his project lately. He's cleaned out and thrown out so much garbage in the past couple weeks that I'm beginning to think I could have moved everything here in the back of my car without a moving company if only he'd done this sooner. People around here route through our trash on a regular basis these days. There's some good stuff out there.
I turned from my computer as I heard him come in the back door. He held his favorite Halloween mask in his hand. It's a scary white face with a black hood. The mouth and eyes are stretched long and oval. I think it's from 'Scream', but I don't know for sure. I'm not very up on horror movies. They scare me.
Just knowing this mask is in the house, frightens me. I scare easily. Richard sneaked up on me so many times over the years with that damn thing on that I had to lay down the law.
"You can't do that to me ever again!" I screamed at him. "I think I'm having a heart attack!" After I said that about ten times, he finally got the message.
This time he held his finger to his lips so I'd be quiet. I wasn't his target today. It was the unsuspecting... Ginger!
Ginger slept curled up in the corner of the sofa on her favorite pillow. Her head rested on the arm, eyes closed.
Richard slipped on the mask while still in the kitchen and started to growl. She didn't move. He groaned and squealed louder. She lazily lifted her head up about an inch. Richard lumbered closer. Ginger put her head back down. He stomped his feet as he got near the couch. Ginger sat up and stared, still not leaving the comfort of her spot. Richard bent down putting his distorted face within inches of her own. No response.
He stood still for a moment. Ginger lurched forward, stuck her nose through the mouth of the mask and kissed him on the lips.
So much for having any fun, scaring the living daylights out of us.
I think the mask went back out to the garage. Not into the garbage, just back to it's hiding place... until next year.