It was my last Halloween, I was 12 and The Seester was 6. About a week before Halloween my mom had gotten me this totally cool rubber skeleton mask, the kind that goes all the way over your head. It had wiry, white hair bushin’ out all over like an afro. Even I found it little scary; well, I said to my 12-year-old self, not scary but perhaps disturbing.
That night, I snuck the mask and a flashlight into bed with me. I had the top bunk and Tee had the bottom.
I had a plan.
I had an evil, devious plan; and I was laying up there, stifling that stupid giggle. You know, that giggle you make when you’re 12 and you know it’s gonna be really, really funny and you know your mom won’t exactly share your perspective.
I waited until I was pretty sure she had just dozed off.
As quietly as I could, I put the mask on. I sat up, and then hung myself upside down from my bunk, my face about 18″ from her peaceful, dozing, angelic face. I switched the flashlight on and pointed it toward my veddy skeddy skeleton face. In my lowest, scariest voice, I loudly drawled out her name.
Her eyelids fluttered and she opened her eyes. The image before her registered and she made a couple silent fish mouths and then found her voice. And Unholy Sounds, Batman; did she find her voice. She let out this amazing, air-splitting, piercing scream that could have woken the dead and unfortunately did wake my mother.
My ass got reamed.
In other news, NaBloPoMo starts tomorrow, God help my sparsely-posting butt. I’ve managed to complete this daunting project in 2007 and 2008; I’m determined to keep it going for 2009. I made a badge to match the ones I made for previous years and I’ll post it tomorrow, pinky swears.