On the 5th Day of Halloween…

On the fifth day of Halloween, my true love gave to me:

  • 5 Gravestones;
  • 4 Shrieking bats;
  • 3 Black Cats;
  • 2 Angry Spiders; and
  • A pumpkin in a  pear tree.

I grew up in a neighborhood near a graveyard. It never seemed like a spooky place, probably because I cut through it every day on my way home from school. The one time my best friend and I played hookey from class (grade 8 I think) we hung out in the graveyard because it was surrounded by a row of evergreen trees and was the only place we could think of where no one would see us and tell our parents. Of course, at night-time I would never cut through and would walk past on the opposite side of the street, just in case. 

If there was ever a case of the dead rising, I’d have been toast. There were way more dead people in our neighborhood than live ones!

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About dirtyrottenparenting

I'm a parent of two lovely (most of the time) children. I work full time out of the home and I don't cook well, bake, sew, or do crafty things. I keep my high heels and jewelry at my office because there's no point in having them at home. I love Mondays because I can return to the world of adults, go to the bathroom alone and have nearly uninterrupted conversations with others.
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11 Responses to On the 5th Day of Halloween…

  1. When you were a kid, did you somehow get coaxed into believing that you needed to hold your breath when you drove past a cemetary. My sister did. Every time we drove by one she’d take a deep breath and hold it until we were past it. One time my ornery dad pulled off the road before we were past the cemetary just to see what she’d do. It was pretty funny!

    I’ve never really regarding cemetaries as spooky places, more as just a serene quiet place. You’d never catch me in one at night though!

  2. Teresa Cleveland Wendel says:

    I love hanging out in cemetaries–especially ones that aren’t all manicured and well-tended. My hubbie and I used to have a favorite where we’d often pass an afternoon. Then a Boy Scout who was working on getting his Eagle Badge swooped in and cleaned it all up :o(

  3. elisabetvs04 says:

    I’m terrified of cemeteries! I have a very real fear of zombie apocalypses and so I purposely stay as far away as possible. My mother loves them which I think is really strange. The only time you will get me into one at night is on Christmas Eve to light candles and place wreathes on our grandparent’s graves. I do have to admit it’s quite beautiful that night. As long as the zombies don’t decide that Christmas would be a good come back day.

  4. I’m a weirdo, I love cemeteries. I find them so peaceful… My tough-guy husband, on the other hand, won’t go near them! His one and only belief is in the existence of brain sucking zombies.

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