It is that time of year again. The temperatures are cooler, leaves are beginning to fall, and everyone is tripping over themselves for drinks that taste like a perfectly good cup of coffee with a menthol cigarette extinguished into it.
Few see the holiday as more than an opportunity for kiddos to dress-up and fill pillow cases with the hard earned money of their neighbors – Snickers, Reese’s and M&Ms for those over-investing types.
Yet, there are some who profess to hear the things that go bump every October night. Those “I ain’t afraid of no ghosts” adults who are terrified by the mere thought of vampires and zombies or worse. Their spurious nightmares that materialize even in the midst of day forming the most spine-chilling, keep you awake at night, moments. Those Issues from childhood that will forever have you checking under the bed, in dark corners, or staring at the closest door because you know you just heard something breathing…
Then there are those warped young at heart who are tortured if not participating in the mischief of the season. As if possessed, they have no control and must participate in some wicked deed. Choosing a victim is like playing a game….
And when the exploits begin to those on the receiving end… there is no doubt some higher evil pulling the strings like a marionette lurking, just waiting.
With extreme trepidation and the upmost trust, a co-worker and awesome friend provided enlightenment into her childhood fear that had manifested into severe perturbation towards dolls of any kind as an adult. In particular, the gnarly yarn headed 19th-century pioneer child who was turned into a plushie as punishment for some unknown ritual, now forced to sit in the corner of your childhood bedroom staring into your soul or so she described.
Halloween lesson 101…. when your friends have a twisted sense of humor, never entrust them with the knowledge of what you are most afraid of… those raggedy fears manifest into videos that will be shared for years.
Halloween teaches that you are never too old to have fun!
Happy Fall and Happy Halloween y’all!
Dedicated to: Lisa P – a friend to the end
disclaimer: No friends or ragdolls were permanently damaged during the execution of this scare. However, one pair of pants was severely compromised, three octaves were reached, and Raggedy Ann has been safely locked back in her cursed salt circle. No actual friendships were harmed in the making of this prank; although trust issues persisted for a few days…. Ok years…. Ok, ok she simply doesn’t trust me anymore around cotton and yarn.
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