All Hallows’ Eve in the Hood

 

 

Nothing starts a Halloween weekend out. . .

 

. . . like a cordial greeting from your neighbor

 

 

Back at Grandma’s, Auntie skillfully
sketches a scary mug for the jack-o’-lantern

 

And H helps screw Aragon onto Auntie’s noggen
before Dawson, Dee, and Alissa drop by.

 

 

In our attempt to frighten the Bethel
out of our unsuspecting visitors. . .

 

. . .we didn’t figure Dawson might be
fully equipped to scare the Heights out of us. . .

 

We’re still not sure how he did it,
but in one fell swoop,
Dawson had transformed
out of his diabolical scrubs

 

All the better to greet Tasha, who was, let’s say,

 

a bit excited over the gang’s visit. . .

 

Admiring the handiwork . . .

 

Dawson develops an attachment to T
as proud Sis looks on

 

After running Tasha ragged in Grandma’s backyard. . .

 

in his spare time,
Dawson composed and performed
a terrifying tune on Grandma’s piano. . .

Reviews were somewhat mixed. . .

 

Pink Buttercup on the left was the first trick-or-treater
after Dawson, and ironically, was the first to run screaming in terror
back down the walkway without taking any candy !!

What scared her?  Try the big bad Nikon D100 lens pointed at her face !
I asked the whole group, is it okay if I take your picture??
Not thinking for a moment anyone would beg to disagree,
namely in a “Whaaaaa  AAaaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”  fashion. . . .

“Pardon her,” Buttercup’s mum says a bit sheepishly,
“she’s scared of cameras right now.”

Good thing we didn’t recommend they visit the
House on 37th and its Chilling Canned Goods Charity Drive . . . .

Sheesh

 

A couple of hurly burly characters joined our Halloween haunt . . .

 

Namely Which Witch and, of course, cuddly Demon Dog . . .

 

 

a/k/a “WW”

 

Looking like she’s been rolled in a rubbish bin,
Arachnid Auntie may have assisted in WW’s transformation,
but she’s kinda secretly gettin’ freaked out by it now. . .

 

We all were . . . (except Grandma,
who thought we all looked normal)

 

Making some last minute adjustments to her minions. . .

The same minions that nearly blew away
to kingdom come after the previous week’s freak storms

And who had to be re-positioned for Halloween fright night. . .
Although its butt-freezingness was a bit challenging,
the weather couldn’t have been more crispily creepily calm.

 

T-Bird’s crimson collar and ghostly green oculars
just added to her cache.

One little boy was like, fuhgeddabout the candy,
“I wanna see the doggie . . .”

 


Bored, WW scares herself. . .

 

 

 

Lookit !  Scary lady with Camera. . .
Or is it Scary Camera with Lady. . .
Seriously, what is going on . . .

 

Candy-crazy critters cower on Grandma’s front lawn. . .
while a shifty chaperone skulks on the sidelines

Yikes

 

Irene’s jack-o’-lanterns turned out kinda amazing!

.     .     .

WW’s nose begins to noticeably droop
as the night wore on,
but it’s not like it hadn’t been falling off all night
at the most inconvenient times. . .

Causing WW to morph into
Zombie-Leper Lady every so often. . .

 

Well, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. . .

 

While Irene held the fort at Grandma’s
WW and I ventured out to explore neighboring haunts. . .

 

The most amazing place we visited was on 37th Avenue,
a house H had seen earlier in the day being transformed
with a false front maize and an intriguing cast of characters. . .

 

Greeting guests was a 7-foot Executioner wielding a medieval spike . . .

For a medieval executioner, he was very courteous. . .

 

Behind these ropey vines. . .

 

lay some really scary creatures . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

This scene from “The Ring” really spooked me
it was so effective, with the strobe lights
eerily mimicking the well-dwelling
ghost’s herky-jerky movements

 

Insane Clown Posse was on hand. . . and feet. . .
and toes. . .

 

 

At the end, the casket of canned goods. . .

 

 

. . . plus a thousand-pound pumpkin
(amazingly carved that same day at a nearby home)
were the high points of the night . . .

 

 

Oh by the way, thanks for visiting
before my nose dropped off . . .

 

Tip :

 

If you’re hungry,
make sure you eat BEFORE 
the Made in China face paint
is slapped all over your kisser . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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