Lets see...I started out as a bat. Bats are so cute! Then I was...Probably something cute and princessy. I can't remember. Then a Vampire once those plastic teeth/fangs could fit in my mouth. I went through a fase. Then an alien. That was fun! The Alien. I remember standing in the plywood black lighted graveyard we have each year, like a four foot statue. Trick-or-treaters would look at me funny, but they never did anything...until they left and looked behind them because they heard a noise. blaugh I remember the easiest to scare where those Teenagers who think they're too good to wear costumes! But one year I tried being a butterfly. Sure, I told people I was a blood-sucking butterfly...but never was I scared by anyone scaring me, but never again was I ANYTHING cute. Then my reeping days as Death. One year, when the costume actually fit me, I sat in my rocking chair. I had skeleton gloves, and a fome skull. Parents were always so funny. They would get the kids to come up to my house (Which is rather hard sometimes) and they would stand in the street. As they knocked on the door my dad would spring up and greet them. Some ran then, but the brave stayed. Then with their candy they would bravely return to the street...or so they thought. You see, my little rocking chair sqeeked, and I would rock only once. That put them on edge. Then my brother would come out of the tree and chaise them out of the yard as the parents laughed. (We would have a doll in the tree that looked like Jason for many years, but after a while people started getting use to it so we had to change things around. We stuck by brother in the costume with the scream mask...heh, that got them.) Ah...and this year I be a pirate. Nasty Niss, or Maybe Mighty May, we shall see, shant we?
Subaru_Sumeragi-kun · Sun Oct 03, 2004 @ 04:54pm · 0 Comments |