The Creepy Old House

When I was growing up, there was a house in the neighborhood that looked somewhat spooky, and when a new family moved into the house, they appeared to be a strange, but nice one.  I eventually made friends with the girl who lived in the house.  They let us use their back garage, and my brother and his friend, Kenny, made us a haunted house.  All the kids came to see the spooky haunted house when it was ready.  I'll never forget the fun we had growing up in that neighborhood.  I had about five friends and four cousins who lived up the street, and one of the friends just passed away (love you, Linda).  That was one of the most memorable Halloweens of my childhood, spending time at the creepy old house.

My mom sewed all of my Halloween costumes, but when I got older they were store bought.  Not all of my costumes were scary though.  ; )

It was a time when us kids used our imagination, staying outside as long as we could, building dirt forts, doing theatre plays for our parents, and putting together haunted houses.  When I'm in the area, I sometimes drive by that old house, and for a short moment I hear the sound of the kids running about, grins on their faces, whispering, "it's Halloween!"

 

~Sheri