I don’t really “get” Halloween. It’s all about being scared, and I hate being scared, which is a shame since it’s how I spend a good portion of my life.
Sometimes, when I haven’t been in my basement for a long time, I get scared that someone is living down there. I’ve never actually found anyone, so I have no basis for this fear, but you just never know.
Sometimes I’m afraid someone will roll under my garage door at the last minute. I heard about this happening to a cousin of a friend of a friend of mine. So now, at night when I pull in the garage and push the button, I stand terrified, watching the door move slowly, ever so slowly, down to the floor.
Sometimes I think there is someone hiding in the back seat of my car, but I do have a basis for this one. I was in high school, driving home late at night from work when someone in the back seat tapped me on my shoulder. I screamed and wrenched the car to the curb. The person just kept tap, tap, tapping me on the shoulder. I tried to get out of the car but they were holding me back.
After several hysterical seconds I finally figured out what happened. I was driving my mom’s old station wagon. This model was made before shoulder seat belts retracted so they were stored in a clamp over the window. The seat belt had come loose and dropped on my shoulder. Every time I turned the car it swung around and tapped me. When I stopped, the strap hung from the ceiling to the floor, blocking my exit.
Halloween movies? Halloween Haunted Houses? I just don’t get why people pay good money to be scared. Halloween sucks. Well, except for the candy…that’s awesome!
Happy Halloween Everybody!