Unlike our usual custom, Halloween costumes were not requested in February this year. October arrived and the mere mention of trick-or-treating was a whisper. As the week of October 31 neared, we decorated with pumpkins and fall colors, but again costumes were ignored.
What's up with that? you may ask.
Well, Hope decided she was ready to visit a haunted house. She would miss trick-or-treating (and still handed out candy to little ones when we got home), but she wanted to move on to bigger things.
Mike found a small haunted house that looked to be scary but not terrifying.
As we stood in line, I could feel my heart beating with anticipation. The four senior girls standing in front of us were screaming and nothing scary was happening, yet. What if I screamed and the kids did not? Would that be embarrassing? I wasn't sure I wanted to find out. Hope had on a brave face and told everyone she was not the least bit scared.
We entered the first room to pay the entry fee and the sweetest picture was right next to me: Jacob standing right behind Hope with his hands protectively on her shoulders. He was ready to be her knight-in-shining-armor without even being asked.
When we entered the next room, the thrill began. Hope was always right behind Jacob with his shirt in a death-grip; she later denied this. The pitch-black hallways with actors lurking were thrilling especially getting to see it through the eyes of my 10-year-old. As we exited the haunted house, the chainsaw guy was desperately trying to start his saw with no luck. Hope was ready to go again!