I say, “classical music.” You say, “boring.” I say, “WRONG!”
Nothing sets the mood for a horror story like a spine-tingling score, and you might be surprised how many orchestral works provide a perfectly creepy atmosphere. What would Psycho be without the screeching violins? Let’s count down some of the best pieces of classical music to listen to on a dark and stormy night…
My menfolk are singing We are the Champions as I type this. This post means that I’ve managed to bother you guys for ALL 31 DAYS of this month. (I doubt I’ll be posting tomorrow, but maybe.) We still have plans for the rest of the evening, but I thought I’d share the portion of the night that yielded photos.
As is our tradition, we stripped the decorations from the wider apartment in order to create a good display in the entryway.
Three trick or treaters came and went before Pooka and I headed out to try twisted ding dong ditch again. (The Boy stayed home to hand out treats.)
Tonight we opted to just don a couple of festive hats and walk right up to folks to present the prize. It went MUCH better. Folks were very excited to be declared Halloween Heroes.
Now I’m off to carve one last Jack, eat pumpkin seeds and watch Halloween.
Oh! That was close! It’s a quarter to midnight, and I JUST remembered that I have to post for NaBloPoMo.
I guess I got caught up in the unspooling of Halloween Eve. (Yes, that would be the eve of the eve of All Hallows Day.) I just finished watching American Horror Story. The kids are now watching It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. The laundry is drying. We spent the earlier part of the evening getting ready to try out twisted ding dong ditch, then doing it.
I’m going to withhold final judgement about this particular game until after we give it a shot tomorrow night. (Halloween itself.) Tonight’s attempt was a bit of a let-down.
The evening came on foggy – which we thought would be a good thing – but by the time we left the house, it was also raining lightly. And very, very dark.
Most of the houses we’d marked on our mental maps as recipients of our prize, were dark too. I don’t know where everyone was on a Wednesday night before Halloween, but they certainly weren’t home. Finally we spotted one place that looked as though life was going on inside. We parked about a half-block away. The kids donned their ghost costumes. We crept up on the house, and I took up a position at the end of the walk with my camera.
They carefully placed the prize on the front stoop, knocked loudly, and retreated down the path.
We got all the way around the side of the house and waited. We had already shrugged and turned toward the car when we heard someone open the door. Then close it. Or sad little tree remained unnoticed on the step, getting soggy.
We ended up going back, knocking again, WAITING for the girl to answer the door and putting it into her hands, while apologizing for bothering her twice. Apparently we’re not cut out for even nice pestering. She did seem pleased, but also a little freaked out by the two six-foot sheet-ghosts that had come to call.
We’ll see how it goes tomorrow night.
Gotta go fold laundry now.