The night will be full of walking terrors, hungry vampires and yellow eyed demons.
Witches are getting ready to cast a hex or two in honor of the season and spiders, black cats and werewolves are getting ready to do a little cruncha cruncha muncha muncha on all things great and small.
I spend a lot of time in the Halloween World, so this sums up my daily existence.
Not to be a killjoy but today is business as usual for me!
But what the heck- you all go out there and have some fun.
I am mask- less, costume-less, I look the way I always do.
But they keep asking, in the hope that one day I will surprise them all and
wear a mask that shows the world who I really am on the inside.
” I’ll bet she dresses up like a witch, or maybe she’ll be a zombie or a vampire or a Pirate or a rabid dog or a murderous robot a bucket of toxic waste!” I think they’ve said to themselves or each other.
I turn up on Halloween looking the way I always do and I always disappoint but I am forgiven because I give out really tasty treats.
” One of these days you should wear a mask at least.” I’ve been advised.
I touch my finger to my face- the muscles that lay against the bones on my skull are doing their job- they smile on command, look concerned on command they wrinkle the my nose just right when I want to show I am really, really tickled by what I’m hearing.
To be honest, I like the mask I wear out to face the world each day.
It’s pleasant, it’s approachable, it makes me look dull and slow and ‘sweet’.
It’s the best mask EVER and I don’t want to take it off, not for one second because being that little puff of sweetness is, in it’s own way fun and it’s the best Halloween trick ever because it goes on all year long.
So what do you think? Should I take it off? Dare I take it off?
I know, if I show you where the string is- it’s just behind my ear- would you like to give it a little tug and see who I am under my mask