So far, Halloween as a parent is more fun every year. (I assume this stops at some point, but let’s not worry about that today.)
This year, I thought visiting the Scouts’ Haunted House was a great idea. From 5:30 to 6:30, the lights would be on. The posters promised games that sounded fun for little kids. So, Zoe and I made a date with her friend Sam and his mom. What could possibly go wrong?
Oh, my friends.
For starters, “lights on” was a pretty loose concept. It was dark up in there.
Also, there was spooky music. And surprisingly scary and gory stuff around every corner. (Way to go, Scouts! Seriously, impressive work.)
Now, since this was a haunted house, I really had no excuse for being so surprised. Heather and I hurried through the house of horrors as quickly as we could, clutching our frightened children to our chests and saying, “It’s just pretend!” over and over.
Amazingly, Zoe did not scream like the poor little girl in front of us. (More amazingly, neither did I.) I’d like to credit my awesome parental soothing skills, but I think the real hero was a fourth grader from Beckville. As we entered the too-scary-but-too-late-now haunted house, one of the glowing skeletons waved at me. “Pastor!” he whispered.
Relieved, I said, “Hi, Sam! Look, Zoe, it’s our friend Sam from church!” And sweet Sam lifted up his mask and grinned. Zoe was still scared, but she was comforted. There’s just a chance she isn’t scarred for life.
There’s a lesson here, team. In fact, there are at least two:
1. Haunted houses are scary.
2. If you don’t want to be scared, ask the skeletons to lift up their masks.
Do you like being scared? What are your spookiest or silliest Halloween memories?