I got the biggest fright since I moved to the burbs last night.
Here I was, watching the behind the story of Hakim on e and I am jerked violently out of it by this scratchy bang on my door.
Now, nobody comes to my place without warning me first and usually, if I do not get a warning, I just do not answer the door.
But something told me to get up cover my nakedness and open the door. I walk towards the door and ask “WHO IS IT?” in the most intimidating tone I could master.
I hear a faint response, cannot make it out, cannot recognise the voice even.
At this point I am thinking, this is a security block, if anything were to happen, there would not be any knocking. Maybe it is my next door neighbour wanting me to call the police to get the boyfriend kicked out, or the boyfriend wanting a sympathetic ear? Maybe someone needs my help?
So I unlock the door and before I could register what was in front of me, I hear TRICK or TREAT.
My heart stops and I step back, maybe two seconds go by and my heart starts up again but this time at a much faster pace. My eyes see what is in front of me and it children, dressed as ghosts and were demanding treats. TREATS! Bloody suburbia!
So now I start wrecking my brain on what the fuck I am suppose to do now. What the fuck do these kids want, I start asking them and stop myself as I register the reason for all of this.
I have seen these scenes before, all those American sitcoms and ‘made for TV’ movies…ahhhh it is bloody Halloween, but this is only celebrated in
Now I am suppose to give sweets or something? I also remember that in some instances in those tv shows, those who were not prepared for Halloween would give away what ever they had, staplers, note pads, you know.
Luckily I remember I had been saving up a packet of cheese and onion popcorn for a binge night and had managed not to open it for a whole 4 days! I hand this treat to them to share.
They look a little disappointed but thank me and wave goodbey. I now see their mother-chaperone lurking in the darkness there making sure I do not give the munchkins apples with razer blades stuck in them.
But ya, that was a first for me and thought I’d share. It took about five minutes for my heart beat to get back to a normal rate afterwhich I just start laughing at myself for being so scared.
I suppose if I am going to be living in the burbs next year I must remember to stock up on some Halloween sweets. Who knew…
I watch the pentultimate episode of Heroes. This bloody series better have a satisfying end is all I have to say.
