Masks, weapons, and "gruesome" make-up be gone, replaced with "caring" or community-friendly attire. I have no idea what that means.
But I am a little sad.
I get the weapons part. I have a small scar under my right eye from where a Halloween "cowboy" smucked me up the side of the head with his plastic rifle because I wouldn't trade my Tootsie Roll for his candy rockets. He sure wasn't afraid of no ghost.
I bet I could have been a vampire, or smeared my face in fake blood, and he still would have attacked me with his toy gun. Because he knew - just as kids today know - that it's fake. A costume.
Frankly, I'd rather my stepdaughter don a gory skeleton mask than slide into some of the ultra short and all-too-revealing costumes you find at most Halloween stores these days.
It's no secret my family is planning a spooktacular display of our collected Halloween props this weekend. We have skeletons that rise from the grave, ghosts that fly through the air, spiders that drop from the sky, and zombies that groan in hunger. My husband has perfected the art of atmosphere, using fog machines and strobe lights. He even built a coffin.
Our old house was the most frequented trick-or-treat site on the block. Even the kids we scared came back for more.
We've got all kinds of creepy decor planned for this year, and our community is already buzzing about what they can expect. In return, I'm looking forward to seeing some creepy little ghosts, goblins, vampires, and zombies.
And as of this morning, I have only FOUR sleeps to wait. Mwahahahaha
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