There’s nothing spooky about Halloween Day. Creepy doesn’t happen during daylight hours. There aren’t any ghosts afoot, or bats on the wing, no hook hands hanging from car doors, or bubbling cauldrons of witch’s brew. That’s strictly after-dark stuff.
So I felt fairly confident when I got up this morning. Work was a frightening prospect, of course, but no scarier than usual. I shuffled into the bathroom, turned on the light, and screamed like a teakettle. An Undead! Glazed, bloodshot eyes stared from a gaunt, desiccated face. Hair plastered to a bony, misshapen skull. I stumbled backward. It stumbled backward. I ducked. It ducked. What th —
Oh, whoops, that’s the mirror. And morning me. Please pardon the screaming. Carry on. And have a crazy-happy Halloween.
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