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One year, we had a little Mummy…
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Who sent Severed Fingered invitations to his Haunted House Halloween Party
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The fingers nestled in their boxes of Spanish moss & lichen, all ready to walk…after sundown, of course
Ahhhh…Those ghoulishly fun and delightful¬† times are but a memory now…
Klaus Kinski’s Nosferatu (slowest best-worst movie ever?!)
And irony of ironies, as I post the above photo, my younger son (the cute little Mummy/Beaver) has just called to tell me he let his friend shave his head at school. I said “SHAVED“?¬† He said “Well Mom,¬† it’s not NOT shaved”
We had another little unexpected Halloween adventure this week that we won’t be forgetting anytime soon.
Sadly, neither of our boys were home for;
A BAT CAME INTO OUR BEDROOM!!!!
The one and only Bela Lugosi
Monday night; dark, windy…I’m in our bedroom office, having just finished writing my “Tranquil Palette” post (an ironic week apparently)
My husband is quietly reading in bed.¬† All of a sudden, I see him leap up shouting “Is that a BAT??!!“
¬†I run screaming into my office closet. Naturally, the ¬†door, for reasons we won’t get into, would only close 3/4 of the way (note to self; clean out office closet) so I was trapped, leaving ample room for the crazed vampire to still get in, tangle in my hair and burrow into my brain.¬† How do I know it was a vampire bat you ask?¬† Because, one, it had those super arched up wings made of semi-support hose just like in the movies and secondly, it’s like 5 days before Halloween so what other kind of bat would it be??
Now I can see from around the edge of the door, my ¬†naked husband wildly flailing his book around¬† (The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell) and shouting “He’s going for my Unit!! I swear he’s dive bombing right at my WANG!!”¬† I start to laugh uncontrollably ¬†which, unfortunately, I sometimes do when I’m terribly nervous.
Dear Reader- this is what my husband did next; he chased the bat into my office and quickly¬† shut the dividing glass doors leaving himself safely in the bat-free zone on the other side.¬† He then proceeded to yell to me my ‘mission’ which, should I accept, was to run out of the closet, serpentine my way through the demented flight path of the wildly careening, apparently gay vampire bat and “simply” open the balcony door for it to fly out.
Like that was happening anytime this century.
There was more likelihood of¬† the creature cursed with eternal life¬†dying before I was coming out of that closet.¬† I cooly conveyed this information to my husband. ¬†After wards, he said my muffled, high pitched screaming implied I’d already sent out Change of Address cards, so decidedly was I entrenched in my new ‘studio apartment’.
¬†Meanwhile, the bat continued to screech desperately around the room searching for victims. Moments later, I see my husband, outside on the balcony, still in the buff, trying to open my office door, which of course, is locked. I’m pretty sure at this point, even the bat was having a laugh.¬† Eventually, suited up in two baseball caps (one facing front, one back to protect his neck, sunglasses, high tube socks and a robe over his head, my hero burst into the office and flung open the balcony door, releasing the blood thirsty beast back into the inky black night.
I’m still trying to remember when I last laughed that hard.
Perhaps if I’d let him bite me, he’d have turned into this??
¬†My luck, more like this…
Max Schreck in a Still from the original “Nosferatu”¬† ( I look at his hands and wonder if ¬†we aren’t related)
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I took this photo in the early morning light- but for the sake of this post, let’s pretend it was the dark and stormy night. I was struck by how strong the silhouette of the etched glass hall lantern was against the staircase wall.
Ok, I must bid you adieu, it’s after midnight.
Wishing you all Sweet Dreams tonight!