No brain cells left.....

Last night, the night AFTER Halloween, this family that I have moved into had a big ole SCARY haunted walk.
Now, you all know that I don't like being scared. I don't dig the whole heart racing, screaming, pee in my pants kind of thing. I just don't. I can be scared by the smallest of things and scream like a banshee at the drop of a hat. Apparently, this is amusing to this bunch. They are sick and twisted to get this much enjoyment from scaring the crap out of people.

They have been salivating for weeks over the fact that they are going to scare the crap out of people. And they are not discriminatory in that. They are equally excited about scaring small children or old people, even teenagers. And they have planned and plotted and in excruciating detail came up with something to scare the bejeebers out of about 150 people who showed up for this shindig.

I was adamant that I was not going to go down this trail. I was not. Then I finally relented to go because the small children didn't seem that frightened and if they could do it, then so could I.

Well, I had other concerns besides being scared, because of my RA, walking a long distance is pretty painful to me. As it was, I had to sit down on a hay bale by the freaking scarecrow, who by the way, was alive!!! And that hay cannot be reused, because I had peed my pants when the reaper snuck up on me before the silly string wrapped around my legs. A giant psycho clown came out of a jack in the box (he was wicked looking) when you pinged off of that, a horrible man came after you with a chainsaw. The cavemen were kind of freaky and then I almost tripped over a log trying to get away from the stinking aliens and their super cool, funky, light up UFO. The poor cowboy lying on the ground told us to watch out for the indians, but did we believe him? Oh no, we kept on walking and the indians got us, too. This doesn't take into account the girl who wanted us to join her at her wedding (uh, the groom was dead, sweetie, don't think you're gonna get much out of him). The spiders and bats and coffins and two way mirrors and all the other little things just added up to one spine tingling adventure. Whew, we're lucky we all made it out alive.

The work and creativity and imagination that went into that trail, was really appreciated. They did an excellent job. My DH is the one who hacked the trail through the woods. Good job, honey! And the cousins and my MIL set it up wonderfully. I'm sure that it will be the talk of the town for some time to come.

Hope you all are in good health and enjoying this beautiful season.