Gather Round While I tell you a Scary Story

Since it's nearly time for halloween, I thought I would share a nice scary story with my blog friends. Some of you already know this story.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who liked candy. She looked forward to halloween each year because people would hand her bunches of candy and she would eat it.

*hang on...I need a snack*

She only got to go to a few houses each year because she lived in a neighborhood full of old people (some of which just turned off their porch lights and didn't come to the door on Halloween), and her parents weren't about to actually walk from door to door with her, so she couldn't go far.

Anyway, one year she got to be Little Orphan Annie which was very exciting because everyone knows that Annie is the best musical ever. That was when she was in kindergarten.

After a period of time, her Halloween costumes began to deteriorate.

She began to have to wear the dangerous halloween masks that obscure the vision of little children more frequently. They were also the type that weren't flame retardent because back in the day people didn't care if their kids got hit by cars or spontaneously combusted.

And then one year it happened....her parents bought her a clown wig and told her she had to be a clown for Halloween. She agreed to it because people would surely pity a little girl who had to dress as a clown...they would give her more candy.

So she wore the afro clown wig, a pair of her daddy's giant dress shoes, and her mother's lipstick on her nose. No big deal.

But then the next year rolled around and her mother said, "I'm not buying you a costume, you can just be a clown again!" By then, the afro clown wig had gotten a little raggedy, but the little girl who was intoxicated with thoughts of candy soldiered on and was the best little clown she could be.

Then the next year rolled around and....well, see the previous paragraph.

To this day, that little girl's stomach turns when she sees a clown.