Sunday, November 1, 2015
Question of the Month, and The Real Scary House
It's time for question of the month, hosted by Michael D'Agostino. The question is: Are you an extravert or introvert? I am an introvert. I think a lot of writers are. Although I enjoy being with people, and have no problem with public speaking or performing, I need time alone to recharge. I am quite comfortable with my own thoughts, and I can go long periods of time without saying a word (sometimes much to the frustration of my family!). What are you? Introvert or extravert?
Now for the story:
A few days ago, I mentioned that my house was the scariest in the neighborhood. It turns out, I was wrong. There's another house with inhabitants way scarier than mine!
Last night, I went Trick or Treating with my kids and their friends. On the way back to our house, the kids decided they wanted to check out a residence on the main road that was set far back in the woods.
"I don't know about that," I said. "It looks a little off the beaten trail."
They didn't care. We trekked through the dark woods on the gravel path up to the front door and knocked. The door opened. I swear, the woman who answered looked just like a witch. And she wasn't even wearing a costume.
"Why, hello, dearies," she said. "We don't get many visitors here on Halloween."
I could see why. And "we"? There was another witch?
I looked over the tops of the kids' heads. There was another creature. It wasn't a witch. It was a man. And he looked just like a troll.
The woman continued. "We don't have candy. But we have cookies. Would you dearies like some cookies?"
The woman put some cookies in Ziploc bags and gave them to our clan. She smiled sweetly, or at least as sweetly as a witch can smile, and said, "I hope you dearies are protected by an adult."
"They are," I said, stepping forward in my Cleopatra costume.
"Oh, good," she said. "You have to be careful!"
I smiled sweetly, or at least as sweetly as Cleopatra can smile, and said, "Of course!"
As soon as we were out of the woods, we breathed a sigh of relief. "You will not eat those cookies!" I instructed.