We now live in a 55 plus community, since we moved almost two years ago. This kind of community has much to offer and we love our home. But one thing it doesn't have is Halloween. No kids live here to come trick or treating. We don't have to worry if the porch light is on or off, no one is going to ring the doorbell either way. We don't have to have bags of chocolate sitting around tormenting us before or leftovers after the scary day. And we don't have to deal with a crazy, barking, lip quivering dog.
But Halloween still comes to our house.
An old and well used scary, white monster mask and matching black flowing cape appear. I don't even know where they're kept. Richard can't remember what he had for breakfast yet he remembers where he hid the Halloween costumes year after year.
My nephew, Scott and his wife, Becky along with their friend, April Amber Autumn, (we can never remember her name, we only know it's a season and it starts with A, or is it?) came up to see us today. Yesterday the mask came out. First Richard tried to scare me with it and then tormented Ginger for a little while. Then he planned a big scare for Scott, Becky and Autumn. When they rang the doorbell, he'd slowly open the door and scare the bejesus out of them.
I stood lookout in the front bedroom. The car pulled up and I yelled for Richard to get into position. I hid in the kitchen, Ginger was safely locked away in the bedroom. The door bell rang.
The latched clicked open on the door. A couple seconds past. Then the laughter began. Lots of it. Hysterical, hard belly laughter. I couldn't stop laughing myself. This was definitely not the reaction he was looking for.
The costume is safely back in it's hiding place for another year. And the relatives are appropriately amused so they have a story to tell over the water cooler tomorrow. Ginger and I are safe from the creepy costume for at least another year.
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