Happy Halloween to all of you who celebrate it . . . or Happy Dolloween to all of you who celebrate it with your dolls!
Also, I did not post on Monday for a very special reason. You can read all about it on Thursday’s post.
I myself do not partake in the spooky traditions of this hallowed holiday. Personally, it kind of freaks me out. In my family, it’s tradition to watch a movie and spy on trick-or-treaters on the evening of October 31st. And that’s exactly what this photostory is about.
I sigh contentedly and flip open my brand-new, hot-of-the-press American Girl magazine. I just got it in the mail today, and it’s definitely a cause for celebration.
“Hey, Crys!” Grace exclaims, skipping up to me. “What are you planning on doing tonight? It is Halloween, after all.”
“Nothing much,” I reply. “Definitely not trick-or-treating, that’s for sure. I’m waaaaaaay to old for that.”
“Well, then,” Grace says. “Would you like to join me in a little game of . . .” her eyes twinkle mischevously. “Spy on trick-or-treaters?”
I blink. “Yeah, no thanks.”
“But, Crystal!” Grace whines. “Please? It’ll be so fun! Lindsey already said yes.”
“Perfect,” I tell her. “You have a partner already.”
“But I want you,” Grace whines. “Pleeeeeeeeeeeeee-”
“Fine!” I snap. “I’ll spy on trick-or-treaters with you.”
“Yipeee!” Grace squeals. “I gotta go tell Lindsey!” She races out of the room at full gallop.
I sigh. I’m so going to regret this.
At six o’clock, I join my sisters in the living room. Grace and Lindsey are peering out the window excitedly.
I stand next to them and peer out into the fading light.
We don’t have to wait long. A little girl, dressed as Laura Ingalls Wilder, walks up our drive and rings the doorbell. I can’t help myself, I giggle.
When the trick-or-treater realizes she’s not going to get any candy at our house, she walks dejectedly down the driveway.
The three of us keep a close eye on the street. A few minutes later, we’re rewarded with not one, but two trick-or-treaters.
One of the girls is a librarian, and the other is supposedly a hospital patient – but you never know, she could actually be sick.
We peer through the screen over the window as the two girls walk/roll away.
The next trick-or-treater shows up in a tap-dancer costume that she must be FREEZING in. She waits on our front porch for, like, ten minutes.
We have to cover each other’s mouths to keep from giving our positions away.
An hour later, we decide to call it a night and start to head off for our rooms.
All of a sudden, the lights flicker off.
“Um, was that you, Grace?” I ask. She shakes her head no.
“It’s a serial killer!” Lindsey shrieks. “Help! Help! HELP! I’m too young to die!!!”
We clutch each other tightly. “Is there someone in the house? Do something, Crystal!” Grace begs.
And, just as quickly as they had gone off, the lights come back on again and four mischievous girls pop out from around the corner. “TRICK OR TREAT!”
We stare at them, stunned. “It was you?” I ask, incredulous.
“It sure was,” Morgan confirms.
“And we got you goooood,” McKenna squeals. “You were all like, ‘It’s a serial killer! I’m too young to die! Crystal, do something!'”
We stare at each other for a moment, and then burst out laughing.
“You did get us,” Grace admits. “Happy Halloween!”
-End of photostory-
I have one quick announcement for y’all. I am actually not going to be participating in NaNoWriMo. I am too busy working on a different novel. However, I am considering doing Camp NaNoWriMo this summer.
What’s your favorite kind of candy?
What was your costume?
What was your doll’s costume?
Does your family have any Halloween traditions?
-AGs in Alaska-