‘Tis the season of ghosts and goblins and things that go bump in the night.
I don’t know about you, but I do not enjoy being scared. I think it dates to the time my parents asked me what movie my friend and I were going to see and “The Exorcist” was not the answer I gave them as it was forbidden. I was in my mid teens and far too young to process all the evil that spewed from the giant screen. And, since I gave my parents “alternative facts” I had to walk home … alone … after dark … and pass by a cemetery, (okay, I ran passed the cemetery) and then spent the rest of the evening moving my bed and dresser around as my room set up was alarmingly similar to that of the young possessed girl!