Creatures of the Night!
I feel my heart begin to race, my breath becomes short, and there is a slight ringing in my ears. Something is in the air … I can almost smell it. What is it you ask? My eleven year tango with that dreaded demon … Halloween, or rather the “creatures of the night”.
October is one of the worse months for me, especially the last few weeks, as my anticipation for that ol’ Hallow’s Eve draws near. There can be no match for my complete and utter distaste for this event. I am a bit more relaxed once I have checked the day of the week it has fallen on. But oh my, God, my heart skips a beat if it lies on Friday or Saturday.
Preparation for this evening is a careful process. Oh yes, I do go out and buy candy (yes, it is safe!) and costumes for my little ones. But I also am heedful of the whispers that are echoing throughout the halls, as the little goblins plan their attack. Once these critters arrive on my doorstep, begging for candy, I commense the observation. Here I search their eyes and their face for any indication that might belie their actual forbidden intentions.
Time begins to tick and the treaters are dwindling. I glance repeatedly at the clock, the hands hardly seem to move. I keep a close watch on the lighted section outside my home. (I don’t turn my outside light off this night!) I am anxious and begin to pace. Shaking, I reach for my shot of brandy – it will calm my nerves … for now!
The clock strikes ten … only four or five more hours to go. I know it will come, but when, from where, who’s behind it, and most importantly, why? My palms begin to sweat, my heart races as I sit in my illuminated fortress waiting for the worst. I can already smell my work cut out for me on that crispy, frozen wonderland called tomorrow. What disasters await me? I am engulfed in my reverie of anger, pain and disgust for child deviants and have forgotten to verify the time.
SPLAT! SQUISH! SPLAT! CRACK!
It has begun … finally! Now I stand my vigilant guard of my home.
October is one of the worse months for me, especially the last few weeks, as my anticipation for that ol’ Hallow’s Eve draws near. There can be no match for my complete and utter distaste for this event. I am a bit more relaxed once I have checked the day of the week it has fallen on. But oh my, God, my heart skips a beat if it lies on Friday or Saturday.
Preparation for this evening is a careful process. Oh yes, I do go out and buy candy (yes, it is safe!) and costumes for my little ones. But I also am heedful of the whispers that are echoing throughout the halls, as the little goblins plan their attack. Once these critters arrive on my doorstep, begging for candy, I commense the observation. Here I search their eyes and their face for any indication that might belie their actual forbidden intentions.
Time begins to tick and the treaters are dwindling. I glance repeatedly at the clock, the hands hardly seem to move. I keep a close watch on the lighted section outside my home. (I don’t turn my outside light off this night!) I am anxious and begin to pace. Shaking, I reach for my shot of brandy – it will calm my nerves … for now!
The clock strikes ten … only four or five more hours to go. I know it will come, but when, from where, who’s behind it, and most importantly, why? My palms begin to sweat, my heart races as I sit in my illuminated fortress waiting for the worst. I can already smell my work cut out for me on that crispy, frozen wonderland called tomorrow. What disasters await me? I am engulfed in my reverie of anger, pain and disgust for child deviants and have forgotten to verify the time.
SPLAT! SQUISH! SPLAT! CRACK!
It has begun … finally! Now I stand my vigilant guard of my home.