Here is another one of those recipes that is designed to be put on the simple list. We want to have the food at the party reflect the holiday, but not at the expense of all of your time going into it. Continue reading
This is now my favorite cookie recipe. What makes it so wonderful for me is that it is not only delicious, but it is about as easy as it gets to make. I believe in the philosophy of making it as creepy as possible, as easy as possible. You have way too many other things to do, to worry about every treat becoming a major project. Continue reading
Several years ago I had participated in a church sponsored campout for our families. I had been given the assignment to come up with a ghost story to tell around a large group campfire. I took the assignment seriously and wanted to tell a story that would at least keep everyone awake and possibly scare a few people. I worked on the story, day in and day out for well over a week, taking personal experiences and adding a little bit of embellishment. Okay, I embellished it a lot! But hey, it was a ghost story and it had to sound good. I created props for the story and gathered everything I thought I needed to convince the group that the story might actually be true. I mean, a ghost story isn’t scary if it isn’t true! Right?
The night of the campfire slowly arrived and I admit, I was nervous. All I wanted was to enjoy the fun of a campout and here I am, stressing over a story and starting to get stage fright.
Everyone was called around the campfire and was told that I was going to tell a ghost story. As everyone gathered, it became a lot more than stage fright. More and more people started showing up to enjoy the warmth of the fire as they got cozy with one another on this particularly chilly night. What I thought would be about 15 or 20 people ended up being closer to a 100. Now the pressure was on. I have now been given not only the responsibility of taking up time on the program, but now I had to seriously entertain these people.
I started out a little slow and my voice was shaky as I tried to introduce the story to my audience, but this just added to the seriousness of the story and I quickly got into the groove of it all as I could see the eyes of the children starting to get big and I could tell I had everyone’s attention.
Partly because of the story I was telling, but mostly because of how nervous I had been, my emotions took over. Tears began running down my cheeks freely as I relived the harrowing experience in my life. I even saw tears from some of the crowd as their sympathy for me and my plight was obvious. It was the scariest story I had ever told and even as I was still telling it, I started patting myself on the back as I knew I had them all wrapped around my finger.
What a glorious night it was for me. After the story, we all had a lot of fun and people were swarming me with comments, etc. The following morning at breakfast, quite a few people came up to me and related that they had a pretty much sleepless night.
That was what I called a completely successful ghost story. Even a seasoned story teller couldn’t have asked for a better outcome.
That is, until the following Sunday when I showed up at church. It was still the talk among all the youth as they related the story to others that hadn’t been there. But as I walked out into the hall I was grabbed by a big burly gentleman whom I will not name, but he was the head of the local Sheriff’s Posse. This was a group of officers that perform search and rescue missions on horseback when the forests and mountains were too rugged for vehicles. He was actually inviting me to go along with the Posse to investigate all my claims to the story. He had shared my so called experience at work and everyone in the posse was on board to solve a mystery and possibly a crime.
My eyes got bigger than any of the kids eyes did during the story. The tables were turned. Now look who was scared. I hung my head and put my hand on his shoulder and very shakily confessed that the story was not entirely true. He looked hard into my eyes and asked “Which parts of the story weren’t entirely true.” I said, “Umm all the parts that you are interested in?!”
He wasn’t a happy camper and stormed off before I had a chance to try and explain that it was the convincing the story was true that made it so successful. Pretty Cool, Huh? But he didn’t hear any of that.
I felt bad and would have chased him down so as to calm him, but as I walked out the doors of the church, another brother approached me. He was genuinely excited and told me that with all his media connections, he was setting me up for an interview with the channel 5 news. Once again, the confessions were shared, but at least this time after he got mad at himself for being duped, he started laughing about it all and ended up just slugging me in the shoulder.
After I had received comments from a couple of parents that their kids couldn’t sleep at night, it was decided that I would face total public humiliation and the following sunday I stood at the pulpit and publically apologized to the congregation for trying to convince them the story was true. I had never been so scared in all my life as I stood there looking out over the congregation. Were they going to burn me at the stake? Did they even do that anymore? If not, were they going to start now?
The good news is that my apology didn’t get me ostracized as I thought it would, but everyone thought it was pretty cool that I fooled them all. (Except for a certain police officer.)
The bad news is that I became known as the ghost story teller and was getting calls all the time to tell another ghost story.
That became very difficult, because at the time I only had one story to tell. How many ghostly experiences can I have anyway.
Luckily in truth, now I have had several.
So like I said in the beginning, I learn lessons the hard way. Lesson learned this time? Be careful if you come up with a really good ghost story. Be sure you know who you are telling it to and how you tell it. You just might end up being more scared than those you scare.
Okay, back to business. As I have been putting together a “Witch Themed Party” I was wanting to come across something that could go very well as a story to be told sitting around the witches cauldron. I just happened to find the perfect short story that was written by a gentlemen named Paul Melniczek. It is called “The Last Ride”. He graciously has given me permission to put it on this site and share it with you.
Please check it out in the Story Section and also check out all of his other work. He has written many books and short stories. His Facebook information and publishers information is at the end of the story.
She lifted up her head and peered outside through the frosted window. Wrinkled eyes gazed into the bright sky, and a smile came over the old woman’s face when she saw the full moon, shining away in all it’s harvest glory, a perfect background setting for All Hallow’s Eve. Continue reading