We lit those pumpkins for all of 5 minutes, while we attempted to get some pictures. It's really hard to get a good picture of an Elvis who looks like he might be wearing the same jumpsuit at Evel Knievel when he can't stand up. Then we blew the candles out, packed the Bug in the car and went to dinner. By the time we came home, we had missed all the trick or treaters.
I'm not a scary movie person, either. When W and I were living in sin and he had to go to Baltimore for 3 weeks on location, I locked every door and window, and at night even shut the dog door so Blu had to wait until morning to be let out (hey, I lived in LA through Richard Ramirez, aka the Night Stalker). One night "The Ring" was on tv, and I not only did I have to skip over it fast, I had to force myself not to think about it at night, home alone, in the dark. For 3 weeks.
In my last year of college, my college bestie and I were living in a 2 bedroom condo in Albany. One random night - nothing special about it, I hadn't been drinking, I hadn't eaten anything funny, there had been no smokey-smokey - I went to bed like any other night. I was lying on my left side, when I woke up to feel something sitting on top of me. It wasn't just sitting on me - it was super heavy, and I felt it from head to toe, not just in one spot. And it wasn't just sitting, it was pushing down on me from head to toe - like something was trying to get inside me. I was completely unable to move, roll over, anything. Too terrified to open my eyes, I began frantically praying. After what felt like forever, I felt it slowly lift off and dissipate.
I thought I was crazy. I thought it was a bad dream. I rolled to my right side and fell back asleep, only to awaken again with the same sensation. Same head to toe pressure, same inability to move. I was sure if I opened my eyes, the devil embodied in some scaly, evil green reptilian form would be lying on top of me. I desperately prayed again, until the sensation went away.
Ok, this is stupid, I know, but I thought it was me again, and rolled onto my back and fell asleep one more time. Same thing, head to toe pushing, unable to move, yada yada yada. I still refused to open my eyes, but at least this time the praying was calmer. After a period of time, I felt the thing again lift off me, only this time, I felt it lift off me and move to the foot of the bed. It then came around the right side of the bed and sat down next to me, and when it did this, I had the distinct impression that it was female and she had long, curly hair.
The Chinese believe in something called a sitting ghost, literally, a ghost that likes to come sit on you while you are sleeping and paralyze you. Many people have told me that's what this was, but to my knowledge, no sitting ghost as ever tried to get inside a body, and no sitting ghost has ever sat down next to a body instead of on top of them. Oh, and by the way, did I mention? I don't believe in sitting ghosts?
I'm a self confessed scardy-cat who's still afraid of the dark. Something tried to possess me, for G's sake. Of course we're not really Halloween people.