For years, I associated ‘The Wizard of Oz’ with Halloween. The movie scared the bejesus out of me. I was probably too young. I have vivid memories of sneaking into the hallway and watching where my parents couldn’t see me. It was not my wisest decision. I paid the price, suffering nightmares of flying monkeys and the wicked witch chasing me along a yellow brick road. Even today, I avoid following Dorothy as she finds her way home.
Reading or viewing scary stories, horror tales, thrillers, and cozy mysteries are low on my priority list. Like a skeleton, I skip them because I don’t have the guts. They freak me out and I feel unsettled for days afterward. Studies say people who dislike scary movies never developed a deep association between fear and fun. Well, duh.
Maybe it is the reason behind my love-hate relationship with Halloween. Trick-or-treating for candy was entertaining, but hiding under my covers, and jumping at the slightest noise convinced there is an intruder in the house was not enjoyable. Then there are those cute kids in costumes.
How will you celebrate Halloween?
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Jo Hawk The Writer