For awhile I had serious doubts about whether I should be enjoying Halloween. I was told that a good Christian should have nothing to do with such a dark holiday. It wasn’t until recently that I finally realized that the thought process that got me to that point was rubbish. First off it is a great opportunity to witness to the neighborhood children. What other night are they going to willingly come to my door and let me give them a tract? Yes I do give them candy also, but the tract is key to this whole thing. Secondly, it is the only time of year when I can find some good horror movies on the television.

My scary experience

When I was around 7 or 8 we lived in this old house that was just naturally creepy to begin with. My room was on the second floor and my parents room was on the first. The first time I slept in my room I kept being awoken by the sound of footsteps. Now being that young I was naturally scared witless. The thump thump thump of footsteps in a dark room is enough to give anyone the heebies. The fact that I had a light on and could still not see who was moving around up there made it much much worse!

After the third time of waking up I just lie there awake trying to hear the noise that kept bringing me into this wakeful state. It didn’t take long before I heard the noise again. It was a distinct thump scrape thump scrape. I was now downstairs in the living room, it took me about two seconds to get there! I went to tell my parents what was going on. My dad at first told me it must be a tree branch, I reminded him that there were no trees near the house. He then wrote it off as a squirrel, now I was young and easily fooled, but that was no squirrel, way to loud for a squirrel to accomplish.

Needless to say, I spent the rest of the night sleeping on the couch downstairs within easy run of my parents room. The next day my dad and I went up to try and figure out what was making the noise. We sat for the longest time in silence trying to hear anything that sounded like it but never did. There was a storage room off to the side of my room, it had a small door into it. I opened this door to see if there was anything in there that might make noise. When I swung the door open there was a dress makers dummy right there in front of it. I screamed at the top of my lungs and made my way away from that room as fast as my little legs would carry me.

I would not go upstairs in that house ever again, as much as my dad tried to get me to, I flat out refused. While downstairs sleeping on the couch, you could still hear the noise at night, but it was not as loud. It was definitely coming from upstairs. My mom heard it a few times when she would get up in the middle of the night for something and my dad heard it once also. The day after he heard it, he started looking for another house for us to live in.

End of scary story

What am I wearing this Halloween you may ask? A simple mask, store bought with no modifications. I thought it was creepy enough just the way it is. All you have to do is wear it and not say a word, it creeps ‘em out every time!

Boo

The creepy lighting is courtesy of the auto focus light on my point and shoot, I couldn’t have asked for a better light! Yes, you can click to enlarge!