Nov 01, 2009 13:19
We prepared a feast for the dead & set two plates: one for the spirits of the land & one for our ancestors. Roast, potatoes, carrots, cold slaw, cornbread, wine & tea (we don't keep coffee).
We went to Mother-in-laws to hand out candy to the goblins.
We went to the Torture Factory, a locally produced haunted house. I was surprised to find it had a major presence on line. It was even listed by googling “Nashville Haunted Houses”. It has a back story of a crazy, renegade homeland security torturer who has hidden out in rural Tennessee. I am not very interested in sadism, and wanted a good ol' house haunted by ghosts. But we went anyway to support the local economy. It was wonderful. It was the longest & imaginative haunted house I have been to. While there weren't exactly ghosts, there were clearly dead animated individuals. There were creatures that blended unnervingly into the walls. The best was a hallway of soft walls that stuck out and grabbed you. I actually started screaming at that point, not something I normally do in these places. There was a very long maze that we couldn't find our way out of for quite a while. We even had to crawl through a long oven. It was good. It was cathartic.
Then home. We don't get trick or treaters at Welpenwald, the population is too disperse. But, when we let the dogs out of their upstairs confinement, they were very excited and they ran around the feast set table sniffing the floor? I could understand them sniffing the food. But now. They sniffed the floor. Odd.
We stayed up to hear the Westminster Clock chime midnight. I rescued it from my Mom's & took it to a clock repair guy. I just got it back yesterday. It chimes on the ¼ hour & then chimes & bongs on the hour.
Apparently, Spouse really does like the decorations. He asked me not to take them down until next weekend. Although, Spouse borrowed Mr. McCord's black robe (the ghoul in the balcony). He traded him with a silver spangled robe. Now Mr. McCord looks like he is in drag.