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[Dana Jean]

An amusing Halloween season story...

The only reason I'm going to pass on this story is that my sister reminded me about it this last weekend. I hadn't thought about it in a long time and I got to laughing about it while I was relating the story to my wife. My wife stared at me in complete horror as I told her this story...lol

My dad and I don't have much of a relationship, never have, mainly due to his penchant for being a life long a-hole. One of his multiple crappy personality traits is his love of a, usually misplaced and most of the time completely offensive, practical joke. Ok, well, circa de 1987, my freshman year of high school our school held its annual Halloween carnival. I know they're called Fall Festivals now but back then we still referred to them as Halloween carnivals. Anywho, My mom dropped me off at the high school then accompanied my sister, six years younger than me, to her third grade carnival. My old man didn't attend school events, nor would I have wanted him to, so he stayed home. The carnival kicked off around 6pm and everything finished up around 9:30-ish. My mom picked me back up and we headed home. We pulled into our driveway, got out, all was normal, I was the first one up to the door, and immediately noticed the front door was standing open.

This was completely out of character for my house, my old man being a "all doors and windows will be locked and secured at all times" type person ever since I can remember. I glanced inside and saw the two recliners in the living room were turned over on their side and the lamp was laying in the floor, obvious signs of a struggle. I turned around, told my mom what I saw, told her to take my sister back to the car and wait for me....lol, My mom told me afterwards, it didn't even cross her mind to question me my tone was so serious, but calm. I proceeded inside the house and instead of investigating, made my way immediately to my mom and dad's bedroom, opened my dad's gun closet, picked out his .357 Colt Trooper, opened the cylinder, made sure it was fully loaded, as was normal, and began slowly going room to room. I remember hearing my mom yell my name over and over but I didn't answer her. I checked the back two bedrooms, moved forward and then heard a sound out in our laundry room which was behind a closed door at the end and to the left of the hallway. I very quietly moved to the end of the hallway, flanking the door and watched, terrified, as the door (it's a sliding door) slowly slid open. As the door slid back, I brought the Colt to full ready position and cocked the hammer. My dad had pulled a winter ski mask over his head, and put on an old army field jacket for effect. Our eyes met and his eyes grew very large as he stared down the barrel of the Colt..lol. For a moment I didn't know what I was going to do, as it hadn't registered, yet, that this was my old man. My dad's voice, quieter than I had ever heard him talk up to that point, or since, croaked out "Shannon, it's me, please don't shoot." Another couple of seconds went by, I brought the Colt down to low ready and uncocked it.

I looked at him for a few more seconds then just handed him the pistol and walked outside to sit on the porch where I just about heaved all my Halloween carnival candy into our front yard. My mom came running up the steps, my old man came outside and tried, badly, to explain that it was just a Halloween prank, that he was just going to jump out and scare us when we came in. This prank almost caused my mom to divorce him...lol He told me later that he never heard me head down the hallway and never heard me creep back up to the door. He also said he was ABSOLUTELY convinced in those couple of seconds before recognition set in that I was going to kill him. He told me later and still swears that the pistol never wavered one centimeter as he stared at it....lol

Anyway, I thought since it's approaching the Halloween season I'd pass on that little ditty...my old man's a moron in case I didn't mention that earlier..lol Safe night everyone.

Okay, another really interesting story.

 

[morgan]

An amusing Halloween season story...

The only reason I'm going to pass on this story is that my sister reminded me about it this last weekend. I hadn't thought about it in a long time and I got to laughing about it while I was relating the story to my wife. My wife stared at me in complete horror as I told her this story...lol

My dad and I don't have much of a relationship, never have, mainly due to his penchant for being a life long a-hole. One of his multiple crappy personality traits is his love of a, usually misplaced and most of the time completely offensive, practical joke. Ok, well, circa de 1987, my freshman year of high school our school held its annual Halloween carnival. I know they're called Fall Festivals now but back then we still referred to them as Halloween carnivals. Anywho, My mom dropped me off at the high school then accompanied my sister, six years younger than me, to her third grade carnival. My old man didn't attend school events, nor would I have wanted him to, so he stayed home. The carnival kicked off around 6pm and everything finished up around 9:30-ish. My mom picked me back up and we headed home. We pulled into our driveway, got out, all was normal, I was the first one up to the door, and immediately noticed the front door was standing open.

This was completely out of character for my house, my old man being a "all doors and windows will be locked and secured at all times" type person ever since I can remember. I glanced inside and saw the two recliners in the living room were turned over on their side and the lamp was laying in the floor, obvious signs of a struggle. I turned around, told my mom what I saw, told her to take my sister back to the car and wait for me....lol, My mom told me afterwards, it didn't even cross her mind to question me my tone was so serious, but calm. I proceeded inside the house and instead of investigating, made my way immediately to my mom and dad's bedroom, opened my dad's gun closet, picked out his .357 Colt Trooper, opened the cylinder, made sure it was fully loaded, as was normal, and began slowly going room to room. I remember hearing my mom yell my name over and over but I didn't answer her. I checked the back two bedrooms, moved forward and then heard a sound out in our laundry room which was behind a closed door at the end and to the left of the hallway. I very quietly moved to the end of the hallway, flanking the door and watched, terrified, as the door (it's a sliding door) slowly slid open. As the door slid back, I brought the Colt to full ready position and cocked the hammer. My dad had pulled a winter ski mask over his head, and put on an old army field jacket for effect. Our eyes met and his eyes grew very large as he stared down the barrel of the Colt..lol. For a moment I didn't know what I was going to do, as it hadn't registered, yet, that this was my old man. My dad's voice, quieter than I had ever heard him talk up to that point, or since, croaked out "Shannon, it's me, please don't shoot." Another couple of seconds went by, I brought the Colt down to low ready and uncocked it.

I looked at him for a few more seconds then just handed him the pistol and walked outside to sit on the porch where I just about heaved all my Halloween carnival candy into our front yard. My mom came running up the steps, my old man came outside and tried, badly, to explain that it was just a Halloween prank, that he was just going to jump out and scare us when we came in. This prank almost caused my mom to divorce him...lol He told me later that he never heard me head down the hallway and never heard me creep back up to the door. He also said he was ABSOLUTELY convinced in those couple of seconds before recognition set in that I was going to kill him. He told me later and still swears that the pistol never wavered one centimeter as he stared at it....lol

Anyway, I thought since it's approaching the Halloween season I'd pass on that little ditty...my old man's a moron in case I didn't mention that earlier..lol Safe night everyone.

Sounds a lot like my ex-stepfather. He pulled a "prank" on my half brother and me by sneaking up to our bedroom window in a ski mask and acting like he was a burglar/attacker. He was an abusive alcoholic.

You were so young and still fiercely protective of your mom and sister - you've always been a good man.

 

[skimom2]

An amusing Halloween season story...

The only reason I'm going to pass on this story is that my sister reminded me about it this last weekend. I hadn't thought about it in a long time and I got to laughing about it while I was relating the story to my wife. My wife stared at me in complete horror as I told her this story...lol

My dad and I don't have much of a relationship, never have, mainly due to his penchant for being a life long a-hole. One of his multiple crappy personality traits is his love of a, usually misplaced and most of the time completely offensive, practical joke. Ok, well, circa de 1987, my freshman year of high school our school held its annual Halloween carnival. I know they're called Fall Festivals now but back then we still referred to them as Halloween carnivals. Anywho, My mom dropped me off at the high school then accompanied my sister, six years younger than me, to her third grade carnival. My old man didn't attend school events, nor would I have wanted him to, so he stayed home. The carnival kicked off around 6pm and everything finished up around 9:30-ish. My mom picked me back up and we headed home. We pulled into our driveway, got out, all was normal, I was the first one up to the door, and immediately noticed the front door was standing open.

This was completely out of character for my house, my old man being a "all doors and windows will be locked and secured at all times" type person ever since I can remember. I glanced inside and saw the two recliners in the living room were turned over on their side and the lamp was laying in the floor, obvious signs of a struggle. I turned around, told my mom what I saw, told her to take my sister back to the car and wait for me....lol, My mom told me afterwards, it didn't even cross her mind to question me my tone was so serious, but calm. I proceeded inside the house and instead of investigating, made my way immediately to my mom and dad's bedroom, opened my dad's gun closet, picked out his .357 Colt Trooper, opened the cylinder, made sure it was fully loaded, as was normal, and began slowly going room to room. I remember hearing my mom yell my name over and over but I didn't answer her. I checked the back two bedrooms, moved forward and then heard a sound out in our laundry room which was behind a closed door at the end and to the left of the hallway. I very quietly moved to the end of the hallway, flanking the door and watched, terrified, as the door (it's a sliding door) slowly slid open. As the door slid back, I brought the Colt to full ready position and cocked the hammer. My dad had pulled a winter ski mask over his head, and put on an old army field jacket for effect. Our eyes met and his eyes grew very large as he stared down the barrel of the Colt..lol. For a moment I didn't know what I was going to do, as it hadn't registered, yet, that this was my old man. My dad's voice, quieter than I had ever heard him talk up to that point, or since, croaked out "Shannon, it's me, please don't shoot." Another couple of seconds went by, I brought the Colt down to low ready and uncocked it.

I looked at him for a few more seconds then just handed him the pistol and walked outside to sit on the porch where I just about heaved all my Halloween carnival candy into our front yard. My mom came running up the steps, my old man came outside and tried, badly, to explain that it was just a Halloween prank, that he was just going to jump out and scare us when we came in. This prank almost caused my mom to divorce him...lol He told me later that he never heard me head down the hallway and never heard me creep back up to the door. He also said he was ABSOLUTELY convinced in those couple of seconds before recognition set in that I was going to kill him. He told me later and still swears that the pistol never wavered one centimeter as he stared at it....lol

Anyway, I thought since it's approaching the Halloween season I'd pass on that little ditty...my old man's a moron in case I didn't mention that earlier..lol Safe night everyone.

YIKES. Still, he asked for it.

 

[HollyGolightly]

I have this student in 8th grade who calls me ma'am all the time. Yes ma'am. No ma'am. Can I help you with that ma'am?
I said, "You got to stop, dude. You're killin me here."
I know he thinks he's being polite, but ma'ams seem old!
(Yeah, I know I'm not young, but why does he have to point it out? )

Argh! I HATE it when some studly younger man - say 25-28ish - ma'am s me. I'm thinking, "I bet you're a good kisser" and he's thinking, "I bet she's older than my mom".

An amusing Halloween season story...

The only reason I'm going to pass on this story is that my sister reminded me about it this last weekend. I hadn't thought about it in a long time and I got to laughing about it while I was relating the story to my wife. My wife stared at me in complete horror as I told her this story...lol

My dad and I don't have much of a relationship, never have, mainly due to his penchant for being a life long a-hole. One of his multiple crappy personality traits is his love of a, usually misplaced and most of the time completely offensive, practical joke. Ok, well, circa de 1987, my freshman year of high school our school held its annual Halloween carnival. I know they're called Fall Festivals now but back then we still referred to them as Halloween carnivals. Anywho, My mom dropped me off at the high school then accompanied my sister, six years younger than me, to her third grade carnival. My old man didn't attend school events, nor would I have wanted him to, so he stayed home. The carnival kicked off around 6pm and everything finished up around 9:30-ish. My mom picked me back up and we headed home. We pulled into our driveway, got out, all was normal, I was the first one up to the door, and immediately noticed the front door was standing open.

This was completely out of character for my house, my old man being a "all doors and windows will be locked and secured at all times" type person ever since I can remember. I glanced inside and saw the two recliners in the living room were turned over on their side and the lamp was laying in the floor, obvious signs of a struggle. I turned around, told my mom what I saw, told her to take my sister back to the car and wait for me....lol, My mom told me afterwards, it didn't even cross her mind to question me my tone was so serious, but calm. I proceeded inside the house and instead of investigating, made my way immediately to my mom and dad's bedroom, opened my dad's gun closet, picked out his .357 Colt Trooper, opened the cylinder, made sure it was fully loaded, as was normal, and began slowly going room to room. I remember hearing my mom yell my name over and over but I didn't answer her. I checked the back two bedrooms, moved forward and then heard a sound out in our laundry room which was behind a closed door at the end and to the left of the hallway. I very quietly moved to the end of the hallway, flanking the door and watched, terrified, as the door (it's a sliding door) slowly slid open. As the door slid back, I brought the Colt to full ready position and cocked the hammer. My dad had pulled a winter ski mask over his head, and put on an old army field jacket for effect. Our eyes met and his eyes grew very large as he stared down the barrel of the Colt..lol. For a moment I didn't know what I was going to do, as it hadn't registered, yet, that this was my old man. My dad's voice, quieter than I had ever heard him talk up to that point, or since, croaked out "Shannon, it's me, please don't shoot." Another couple of seconds went by, I brought the Colt down to low ready and uncocked it.

I looked at him for a few more seconds then just handed him the pistol and walked outside to sit on the porch where I just about heaved all my Halloween carnival candy into our front yard. My mom came running up the steps, my old man came outside and tried, badly, to explain that it was just a Halloween prank, that he was just going to jump out and scare us when we came in. This prank almost caused my mom to divorce him...lol He told me later that he never heard me head down the hallway and never heard me creep back up to the door. He also said he was ABSOLUTELY convinced in those couple of seconds before recognition set in that I was going to kill him. He told me later and still swears that the pistol never wavered one centimeter as he stared at it....lol

Anyway, I thought since it's approaching the Halloween season I'd pass on that little ditty...my old man's a moron in case I didn't mention that earlier..lol Safe night everyone.

That is a terrifying story - but dang, you were brave! Your poor cranky old man, just tryin' to be funny! Good Gan!

 

[danie]

I'm thinking, "I bet you're a good kisser"

Jeez, you get me every time.
I am so laughing at this comment!

 

[morgan]

Oh dear, ghost19 I should clarify that your story reminded me of my ex-stepfather because of the ski mask, not because your dad is anything like him. Hope that makes sense!

 

[HollyGolightly]

Jeez, you get me every time.
I am so laughing at this comment!

I'm shamefully boy crazy, it gets worse the older I get.

 

[danie]

I'm shamefully boy crazy, it gets worse the older I get.

We shall get along swell.

 

[ghost19]

Argh! I HATE it when some studly younger man - say 25-28ish - ma'am s me. I'm thinking, "I bet you're a good kisser" and he's thinking, "I bet she's older than my mom".


That is a terrifying story - but dang, you were brave! Your poor cranky old man, just tryin' to be funny! Good Gan!

Oh dear, ghost19 I should clarify that your story reminded me of my ex-stepfather because of the ski mask, not because your dad is anything like him. Hope that makes sense!

No, it sounds like my old man was somewhat like your ex-stepfather..lol. My old man's idea of a joke was usually something only HE found funny.

 

[do1you9love?]

OK, first... Dang, Ghost! I'm glad it was a non-bloody ending! Sounds like you were already meant for the force.

I have this student in 8th grade who calls me ma'am all the time. Yes ma'am. No ma'am. Can I help you with that ma'am?
I said, "You got to stop, dude. You're killin me here."
I know he thinks he's being polite, but ma'ams seem old!
(Yeah, I know I'm not young, but why does he have to point it out? )

Secondly, I grew up with aunts from the deep South. If you didn't say ma'am when replying to anyone older than you, by even a few days, you would be reminded. Good news is, it started that way, but changed into calling any female, ma'am, so if my younger cousin asked something that I missed, it was, "What was that, ma'am?" and I do the same with my daughter. So, just maybe, your student had that kind of upbringing. Just sayin'!

 

[danie]

OK, first... Dang, Ghost! I'm glad it was a non-bloody ending! Sounds like you were already meant for the force.



Secondly, I grew up with aunts from the deep South. If you didn't say ma'am when replying to anyone older than you, by even a few days, you would be reminded. Good news is, it started that way, but changed into calling any female, ma'am, so if my younger cousin asked something that I missed, it was, "What was that, ma'am?" and I do the same with my daughter. So, just maybe, your student had that kind of upbringing. Just sayin'!

Yes, many of my students have that upbringing, but it still makes me feel old!
Ma'am is certainly better than some names they could call me!

 

[80sFan]

Yes, many of my students have that upbringing, but it still makes me feel old!
Ma'am is certainly better than some names they could call me!

Agree 100%
(but I still feel ancient when it happens)

 

[do1you9love?]

Yes, many of my students have that upbringing, but it still makes me feel old!
Ma'am is certainly better than some names they could call me!

True! LOL

 

[skimom2]

I give up. Does life have a safe word? Can I sell 3 children? Is tomorrow another day? Yes. Night all.

 

[danie]

I give up. Does life have a safe word? Can I sell 3 children? Is tomorrow another day? Yes. Night all.

 

[FlakeNoir]

I give up. Does life have a safe word? Can I sell 3 children? Is tomorrow another day? Yes. Night all.

(((Skimom)))

No, unfortunately
Yes
Yes
G'nite...
xox

 

[morgan]

Had to go to Walmart today. My first thought as I walked in the door - it's official, Halloween has barfed all over Walmart!

 

[Dana Jean]

Had to go to Walmart today. My first thought as I walked in the door - it's official, Halloween has barfed all over Walmart!

 

[Tery]

I wish I could decorate for Halloween and Christmas. We are so far back from the road that nobody can see our house. Yeah, I do some inside and on the porch but I would love to do a BIG display!

When we lived in Everett, in a real neighborhood with sidewalks and such, we'd do a lot of decorating. We had a big porch and would set up scary effects and music. I loved that! I miss that. Now, it's just my Samhain altar and some pumpkin carving....

 

[morgan]

I wish I could decorate for Halloween and Christmas. We are so far back from the road that nobody can see our house. Yeah, I do some inside and on the porch but I would love to do a BIG display!

When we lived in Everett, in a real neighborhood with sidewalks and such, we'd do a lot of decorating. We had a big porch and would set up scary effects and music. I loved that! I miss that. Now, it's just my Samhain altar and some pumpkin carving....

It's so much better to live somewhere secluded, not having to deal with nosy neighbors, and to decorate just for your own enjoyment! JMO