CCCD: Corpses in Windows, Cobwebs on Kittens...These are a Few of My Favorite Things
The crisp, new, autumn air whips through the bedroom window, the wood blinds clank-clank-clank like a nervous skeleton. The clock on the old wooden bureau turns 6:30AM. Geoff, is awoken to the Men at Work tune, "Who Could it Be Now." After wiping the sleep from his eyes, He realizes the music isn't coming from his alarm, and Men at Work isn't performing the song. The tune is coming from outside, from across the street, from a plastic bust of Frankenstein's Monster! "WHO COULD IT BE!" it shrieks out of key, followed by complete silence.
Wearing nothing but boxers, Homer slippers, a hat, a t-shirt, gloves, sweatpants, and a robe, Geoff shuffles down the stairs, creaking at every step.
If a stranger were to enter the house he would be shot on site. But, if you were to enter the house you would think the most torturous, blood-soaked murders occurred here. Skeletons hang from every wall, severed limbs and heads liter the kitchen, piles of candy corn fill the floor, um, er, I mean bloodied candy corn fill the rotting corpses' chest cavity. But, at last, you would be in a very erroneous state if you thought death lived here. What you see is one man's obsession, one man's wish to having the hauntiest, most ghoulishly, Halloweened decorated house on the block.
Outside, Geoff closes his front door and secures the lock. The morning sun breaks through the dawn's dimness, allowing Geoff to gaze at his neighbor's decorations, at his competition. As he makes he way up the street anywhere from 5 to 23 ideas pop into his head, ways to make his neighbors' "haunted" houses look like Rainbow Brite's elf factory. Victory will be his.
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Wearing nothing but boxers, Homer slippers, a hat, a t-shirt, gloves, sweatpants, and a robe, Geoff shuffles down the stairs, creaking at every step.
If a stranger were to enter the house he would be shot on site. But, if you were to enter the house you would think the most torturous, blood-soaked murders occurred here. Skeletons hang from every wall, severed limbs and heads liter the kitchen, piles of candy corn fill the floor, um, er, I mean bloodied candy corn fill the rotting corpses' chest cavity. But, at last, you would be in a very erroneous state if you thought death lived here. What you see is one man's obsession, one man's wish to having the hauntiest, most ghoulishly, Halloweened decorated house on the block.
Outside, Geoff closes his front door and secures the lock. The morning sun breaks through the dawn's dimness, allowing Geoff to gaze at his neighbor's decorations, at his competition. As he makes he way up the street anywhere from 5 to 23 ideas pop into his head, ways to make his neighbors' "haunted" houses look like Rainbow Brite's elf factory. Victory will be his.
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Wednesday, October 11, 2006.
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