Why is scaring my kids on Halloween so much fun?
Am I a bad mom?
The anticipation for them to come come and use the bathroom was too much!
They all loved it, they said, even after one kid dropped to the floor in fear.
Maybe I am a cool mom because I like to decorate our home for Halloween?
Maybe I will be paying for therapy one day?
My parents were always doing things like this and I am ok, right?
My mom bought a really old piano, so old it looked like a coffin.
We lived in the “haunted house” in town.
You know you have a haunted house in your town too.
The one no one will go trick or treat at on Halloween.
The one that your friends refuse to have a sleepover at.
My home was a Victorian built in 1883 and it only had one family that had ever lived in it. Then we moved in, much later.
The last person that lived in it…died in it.
She bled to death on the marble fireplace in the front parlor. They had to scrape her off. She was an old maid who grew up in the house her father built. Her father, was so mean he would honk the horn on his car in harsh Michigan weather for the maid to come out, open the carriage house doors, and then give him her umbrella so he could walk in dry.
Her name was…Loretta. The one who they scraped up and not the maid.
Loretta was our ghost.
This is what my mom told everyone. I actually believe it is all true, but I don’t believe in ghosts.
It is also why the house sat empty for so long. It is also probably why my mom wanted to buy it and restore it.
It is also why I never got out of my bed in the middle of the night.
The only way you can make the “Adam’s Family House” scarier is by filling it with statues.
And so my mom did.
She even put a life-size George and Martha Washington next to our piano-coffin.
Wanna see me in my “Barbara Mandrell” meets “Laura Ingalls” stage? That is what happens and your mother is a hippie-Morticia-Adams-type. They let you do things like take banjo lessons and let you and your sister take pictures of yourself in the haunted music room. They even pay to get the picture developed. Remember doing that, getting pictures DEVELOPED?” It amazes me what a photo hoarder I have always been. It also amazes me my photography never turned into a skill or talent. How can I not be any better than I was when I was ten?
With no self respect I share with you “Abbie-Gale-Barbara-Mandrell-Laura-Ingalls.”
Are you done laughing now?
Anyway, my mom had long dark straight hair like Cher or Carly Simon or Morticia Adams.
I love this sliver of an old photo I took of her creeping around the outside of our home around 1978.
Her favorite party to throw?
Want to know how ahead of her time she was?
She had a whole group of fabulous gay male friends that would eat her and her fancy seance parties up.
I hid in my room. I would call my aunt and beg for her to come and get me before the demons did.
I was way uncool.
Maybe my mom wasn’t cool too, when she was young.
I know better. They were still talking about her when I was a teenager. (Click here for a story about my mom always being cooler than me.)
I don’t know but I am totally sure that I am SUPER cool now with my haunted mirror in my house where no one has ever died, (but where I almost killed someone by accident last week.)
And my skeleton I ordered from Grandin Road is cool. (Grandin Road Haunted Haven Store Here)
Even if she is a cross-dresser.
Or a nudist. I think that makes her more interesting.
OMG! I have turned into my crazy mom.
Abbie Gale at allthatmakesyou.com
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