It's here!!! Happy Halloween to all and to all a spooky, scary night!
Hello, lovely readers! I hope you're having a great week. I wanted to post this today before I get carried away with the rest of this busy and somewhat stressful week. The cold is settling in, the leaves are starting to turn, and the ragweed is annoyingly high which means I can't breathe through both nostrils at once.
One of the creepiest tropes that give me chills are always "creepiest things my kids said." Whether it's a child mentioning a long-gone relative they never met yet describe in perfect detail or a quip about how they would definitely not murder their parents (Mmmmkay), I truly find children a tad eerie. I remember counseling kids at a summer camp and out of nowhere, one pipes up, "I can see ghosts" completely unprovoked.
Due to a request by a brilliant pianist, here is a short but sweet/creepy story involving a piano. Every night at midnight, Nana wakes me up with her nightly piano recitals, music filling the house like a cold draft that remains until dawn. Every day, tired and frightful, I go to her grave and beg …