Happy Halloween!  As I’ve said previously Halloween is my favorite holiday.  I’ve always loved to scare and be scared.  We go all out at my house on October 31 with decorations and costumes.  I’ve been all sorts of things for Halloween–a cat, a pirate, a pole lamp, and my personal fave, Lizzie Borden complete with hatchet.

But I got the tables turned on me one year but good.

My kids were probably 8 and 10 and I had taken them trick or treating in our neighborhood.  My husband decided to take them out in the car and continue the candy fest, so I’m left home alone to watch a scary movie people had been telling me to watch.

The Ring.  I put the VHS tape in and started watching.  If you’ve seen it you know creepy is an understatement.  And I’m alone in the house watching a movie about a tape that people watch, then they get a phone call and seven days later they die.  Maybe not the best movie to watch under these circumstances.

About half-way through the movie my husband and children arrive home.  The kids go off to OD on chocolate and my husband says he wants to watch the movie with me.  I re-wind and start to watch again, still creeped out.  Hubby promptly falls asleep but I keep watching–in a very quiet house.

I am at the point in the movie where the reporter has discovered the little girl and wakes up her son to tell him that the girl had been removed from the well.  The little boy looks at her, terrified, and says “You shouldn’t have done that.”

At that moment my house telephone rang.

I stared at the cordless phone, sitting beside my husband, thinking “Don’t answer it.”  My hubby rouses from his sleep, grabs the phone and answers it.  Still half asleep, he thrust it toward me and said, “It’s for you.” 

I looked from the phone to the screen, grabbed for the remote to try to stop the movie, grabbed for the phone all the while  yelling, “Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t!” My hand hit the phone, sending it flying into the foyer so I scrambled after it, still cursing.  I picked it up, put it cautiously to my ear and said, “Hello?”

“What the hell is going on over there?!”  It was my cousin calling to see how things were going with the kids’ Trick or Treating.  Relieved that she hadn’t said “Seven days,” I started to laugh, then told her what had happened.  Later I finished watching the movie–even more creeped out–and vowed NEVER to watch a horror movie on Halloween again.

So that’s my Halloween story.  Scary for me, funny for everyone else.

Have you ever had a spooky/funny Halloween experience?  I’d love to hear about it! 

Happy Haunting tonight!  Save some candy for me. 🙂