I'm not really a Halloween person. I never could think up cool costumes, and it was always cold and sometimes snowy when I had to cart my kids around for trick or treating. And since my husband is a volunteer firefighter, more often than not, he was called out to put out leaf fires and clean up smashed pumpkins in the road. To me, it seemed Halloween had turned into a night when people could break the law and get away with it. So when I mentioned this year that I didn't like Halloween, my son turned to me in surprise. "But you go out every year!"
Okay, so for the past few years, my hubby and I have been going out with a group of friends, sometimes in some pretty elaborate costumes. Luckily, a few members of the group CAN think up cool costumes. We've won prizes several times and we did this year again. But to me, and I think to most of us, it's not Halloween we like, but the excuse to get together and do something a little crazy and have fun together. We've been lobsters and red Solo cups and pumpkins, and this year we were...road signs!
Here I am - Speed Limit 55
Hubby was the railroad crossing sign
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Excerpt:
“What do you mean I’m going to be tied to a bed all night?” Kelly Long’s frantic words echoed in the sudden silence. Laughter burst out from the dozen or so friends and community members around her getting ready for the annual Halloween haunted house.
“Yeah, sorry. I know it will be kind of boring to just lie there.” Lisa grabbed her by the arm and led her through the large living room draped with cobwebs and spiders, bats and ghosts. “But hey, it’s got to be better than the pathetic way you’ve been spending your evenings lately.”
Her best friend knew her too well. Since her painful break-up with her last boyfriend, Kelly’s life had been reduced to lonely runs in the morning, a busy teaching schedule during the day and binge-watching old sit-coms at night. And doing a little bit of research she didn’t want anyone to know about.
Electric candles flickered from the corners of the room, giving it the perfect eerie atmosphere.
“But tied up? To a bed?” A deep, seductive voice whispered in her head, memories of the temptation she’d been so close to giving into. The temptation she’d run away from.
“Stop whining. It’s for a good cause.”
“I know that,” Kelly snapped, suddenly on edge. “The proceeds from the haunted house stock the food bank for months, but I thought I was going to be taking ticket money.”
“We added some more scary rooms to the house this year and had to shift around some volunteers.” Lisa, tall and thin in a black Elvira’s dress and teased black wig, nodded her head in the direction of the entryway of the old mansion where the ticket table was being set up. “Mabel Grimes volunteered to help. I couldn’t turn her away.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “We need you in the damsel in distress room, Kels. Can you see Mabel struggling against her bonds and screaming for help in that gravelly, smoked-for-too-many-years voice of hers?”
Kelly didn’t answer her. Strange, forbidden tingles ran along her skin at the thought of her arms and legs being tied to bedposts, even in jest. She rubbed her wrist. She hadn’t felt this illicitly excited since she’d last seen…
No, she couldn’t think about Mason now. She’d never make it through this evening if she thought about his broad shoulders and shaved head. His deep, dark eyes staring down at her. His fingers wrapped around her wrists. His voice whispering those tempting words.
Oh, shit. She should have realized Mason would be around here somewhere. She whipped her head around but couldn’t pick him out among the ghosts and goblins and other masked creatures wandering about. He’d stand a head taller than most of the people here. Where was he?
As head of the Halloween fundraising committee, he was probably out coordinating all the different activities. The bonfire. The costume contest. The pumpkin carving and apple bobbing. And of course, the haunted house. She’d deal with it if she ran into him, but she wasn’t looking forward to the awkwardness that was sure to result.
She hadn’t seen him in weeks. Not since the night she broke things off with him. Kelly pushed away the memory of the stricken look on his face as she followed Lisa around the corner. It was probably better to be shut up in one of the rooms after all, rather than sit out here where everyone, especially Mason, would see her when they walked in the door. Maybe she could get through this evening without running into him at all.
Kelly’s heart pounded as Lisa led her up the long, steep staircase with its intricately carved spindles. The old Bartholomew mansion was the perfect venue for the haunted house, with its many rooms and dark, old-fashioned décor. There was a rumor that this house on the hill had been a bordello back in the old days.
“All you have to do is scream your head off whenever the door is opened,” Lisa was saying.
“What?”
Lisa sighed. “Pay attention, hon. I have to get everyone else set up too.”
“Sorry.”
“We’ll be taking groups through the house one at a time. They’ll have to wait their turn in the spider web room. Cool, huh? Dark and spooky, ya know?” Lisa glanced at Kelly over her shoulder with a big grin.
“Getting them into the mood.” Kelly was already spooked.
“Anticipation can be pretty powerful, especially in the right atmosphere.”
Kelly rubbed her wrist again.
Whether you enjoy Halloween or don't celebrate at all, have a great week!
Natasha
www.natashamoore.com
