Hallowteen A movie version of Frankenstein was shown once at the Methodist church Halloween party. I sat there as a pre-pre-teen and watched it and got real spooked when Frankenstein picks up the cute girl and throws her in the water and she drowns. After she had given him a flower, even.
Part of me was upset because a cute girl was killed by a monster, but the other part of me was disappointed in the fact that she apparently couldn't swim.
Little girls playing with monsters and picking flowers at the water's edge should know how to swim. That's just me, though.
Making out So, yea, why the hell did I not make out with Alicia Miller in the 8th grade haunted house? It was a perfect set up. Let's review the facts:
1. In hindsight, I don't even think we were even 'working' the haunted house, but just sitting behind a wall not making out. 2. It's not like I didn't like kissing girls - I did. 3. No one was around. We could of groped a lot. 4. She wanted to kiss me, I assume. 5. I assume this, because she was the one that asked me if I wanted to 'go with her' 6. I wasn't even wearing a costume.
Tragic. I mean this was the stuff that 8th grade boys dreamed about.
Oh, and it's not like I am having some life regret thing here. I don't want to go back in time and marry her, but as far as making out in the 8th grade, well, I should have done that. I forget how we broke up, but I suspect it had something to do with my scared wimp ass make out fear.
Haunted Houses You know, I don't know if I ever really went to a Halloween haunted house myself. If I did, I may be blocking it out.
My Dad's Ghost Story My parents were really into the very little TV, no violence, no scary things way of raising their children - and my father would tell us this ghost story like every year when we were real young. It went something along the lines of:
It was a dark Halloween night and two young boys were trick or treating. Suddenly, they realized they weren't on their street anymore and didn't recognize any of the dark houses. There weren't any street lights it seemed and the boys started to get nervous. They heard a dog howling off in the distance. Then they began to hear heavy breathing... and it seemed to be getting closer. And closer. And closer. They were shaking they were so scared. What was making this scary breathing noise that was coming closer and closer? Suddenly a large figure came running up on them.
It was their father. He had been looking for them.
And my brother and I would be like, "That story sucks", and dad would tell us not to say "sucks".
