If you are looking to communicate with the dead this would be the year, of course you will be drug into the underworld with daemons and lose your soul, but don't let that stop ya.
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Oh, for cripes sake! I've read this a few times trying to figure out why you and your daughter would laugh and laugh, Storm. 23 days later, I get it.....
Oh, for cripes sake! I've read this a few times trying to figure out why you and your daughter would laugh and laugh, Storm. 23 days later, I get it.....
Post by theboyinadress on Sept 23, 2015 13:41:03 GMT -6
Halloween is always a difficult evening for Boy In A Dress, it's something I've sort of grown used to as the years have gone by.
The first October 31st he spent in the little shed at the bottom of the garden, I would estimate was the strangest. It was cold again and with the leaves swirling around the small gravelled area outside his door, I was reluctant to go and visit my new-found lodger.
By around 9.00pm, most of the little-ones in their homemade costumes and swinging lanterns had called it a night and retired to feast on their tooth-jarring treats. BIAD sat on the stoop of his shed and seemed to be scanning the skies as I approached with a steaming cup of hot chocolate.
In those days, my usual greeting would be 'Heh fella, how are they hangin'?' but since Boy In A Dress never wore underwear, I felt that this salutation was not appropriate. BIAD nodded and kept his eye-less head aimed at the darkness above.
'They'll be coming soon...' he murmured and seemed to sigh inwardly '...and they'll be hungry again' he added enigmatically and accepted the brew.
After a few moments of staring out at the blinking stars and racing strips of cloud, I assumed that whatever forces waited up there were his and his alone. I left the Man-Girl to his concerns regarding of imaginary ghosts and his wind -chilled ghoolies.
I won't state here that the things I saw later hovering around BIAD's shed were actually real, it could've been a trick of some kind and his strange cavorting and scrotum-revealing cartwheels were certainly not a treat, but that very first Halloween found me trembling behind the curtains and questioning my sanity.
Anyway, I just thought I'd relate this and hope it's helpful.