Is it just me or does this month seem to go by faster than any other month?
And is this really the fourth Haunted Humpday of the season?
So, it was cold in here today..granted, we have on the AC until we just can't take it anymore:)
But when it's super cold in here, it means it's not that hot outdoors..
today was a whopping 86 degrees!
So...We did this....
Hot cocoa and scary stories!
Have you ever had s'more cocoa?
Make your cocoa like you usually do, then toast a marshmallow before you put it in the cocoa.
If you want, you can dip a graham cracker in your coca too, to get the full effect.
I've been creating lately, some stuff even sells:)
Here's a Vampira I painted a little while ago...
and this little thing..I don't know what it is..a monster of some sort.
oh! this is our latest Jack-o lantern ,
it's huge..about 40 lbs.
So, do you have your cocoa and a blanket?
yes? Okay, come on over to the fire
and don't mind the whispers coming from the dark beyond the flames..
This happened to me..
Let me know what you think about this.
When I was about 4 years old, I still slept in my parents room, they had set up a small bed in the space where my crib had been.
One of the reasons I was in there was because I used to have night terrors.
Every single night...
once it got dark, I would be filled with fear.
It did not matter if my sisters slept next to me
or if someone read me a story, once it got dark I was in hysterics.
Leaving the overhead light helped a little, but that wasn't going to happen.
My mom always left the closet door open slightly and the light on.
One night I woke to find that the light had gone off, but there was enough moonlight shining
through the windows to illuminate most of the room.
Then, before I had a chance to panic,
I heard the squeaking creak of the door knob turning..
My uncle's face popped in and he gestured to keep quiet and to follow him.
My mom's brother would often stay over on weekends, he had lost his right leg
to illness years before and it was not a surprise to see him at our house,
although I was surprised to see him go into my parent's room at that late hour.
I slipped out of bed and tiptoed out of the room.
After closing their door behind me, I followed my uncle down the hallway.
I remember my feet being so cold on the tile.
Everything was dark but
his crutches shone faintly in the moonlight coming in through the window.
He never spoke, he just pointed to the corner and I saw a doll.
It was one of those big, big dolls that were made to be the same size of a small child.
She certainly looked tall to me.
she had on a lavender gingham dress, and had dark hair.
What struck me were her eyes, she was staring straight at me
and she was cursing..she was saying terrible things, all in a whispery hiss.
Her lips moved quickly as she threatened me and said profane things.
next thing I knew I was waking up in my bed and it was early morning.
I got up and cautiously opened the door and saw my mother in the kitchen.
No doll anywhere to be seen, so I ran over to her and told her what had happened.
She listened to my whole story, then told me I had to be dreaming, my uncle was out of town
and wasn't due back for a few days.
Plus I'd always had an aversion to dolls, seriously, ANY doll that had rooted hair or a plastic body
was and still is a no no.
(She also wanted to know where I had heard such vile language)
When my uncle arrived back in town
he had a brought me a gift, as he usually did.
It was a big doll with dark hair wearing a lavender gingham dress.
I can still remember the look my mother gave me.
Little bit of fear and little bit of disbelief.
We didn't keep her very long.
It's late and the fire is low.
The whispers you hear could be anything.
Take care getting back to your safe, warm bed.
I hope you enjoyed yourself on this cool October evening.
Oh! a few more things...
We made witches shoes to show you, but I'll wait until later to post them.
There's a Stephen King movie marathon on all day Sunday!!
This was day four of the Countdown to Halloween
have a spooky rest of the week.