I've wanted to post this for almost two weeks, but "the memory jar" and last week's show kept me that busy, I could hardly take a breath. Now things are more quiet in the Fishbowl and the story came back to my mind. A day after Halloween an old neighbour stopped by, bringing Emma some dog treats, and she telling us about her personal scare highlight the night before.
The ladys is around 70 and she uses a very elegant wooden crutch to walk. Her hair is dyed into another shade of red every week and she wears truly impressive glasses from another time. On Halloween she'd decided to dress up herself and when the first kid from next door rang her bell, she stood there in a black robe, the face hidden behind a horrible plastic mask from the costume store. Scream like. And that was exactly what happened, she said. She opened the door and a little boy in a deadman's costume stood in front of her. He was so shocked by her appearance, he started to scream the hell out of his body. She, on her side, was shocked by the peak of his voice, she screamed as well. At the top of her lungs. They've ended up laughing together in the hall.