Yes, I know...I'm a twisted son-of-a-bitch. And people have told me that. Especially around Hallowe'en. I'm the sort that devises all methods of insanity...in terms of decorations designed to absolutely scare the freakin' crap out of someone. In otherwords, I'm the one who likes to put zombies and skeletons and fake graveyards all over my front yard and end up giving your little ones nightmares for a whole freakin' month afterwards.
This year if I had the money, I would have liked to have put out two zombies crawling out of their graves and one with a disembodied hand sticking up out of the grass in front of a headstone all accompanied to a chilling scream track. Then have a 6' lifesized Freddy Krueger coming out of the space between two cedar bushes and maybe a life-sized zombie looking as though it was walking down the driveway.
To potentially deter anyone from going into the backyard. I'll have a graveyard screamer corpse in the flowerbed to let out a chilling scream every time someone goes near someplace where they don't need to be.
I'd be draping cotton cobwebbing all over...and ghosts hanging from the trees. So...don't hate me...just hate my vivid, twisted imagination. HA HA HA HA HA!!!! ~evil reverberating laughter~
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