Creepy Memories Crawled Right In!

I’m going to start today out with an apology…to anyone commenting on my blogs that hasn’t received a response from me.  I love chatting with the people who take time out of their busy days to read my posts.  Except it seems that WordPress has some funky criteria for the comments they allow me to see.  And it looks like I’m going to have to make checking the spam folder a part of my daily habits because some that clearly are not spam wind up there.  Unfortunately, after I set them free and approve them from WP jail, I can’t always find them, which means I can’t respond.  So if you’re one who feels ignored by me, please know that it’s only because WP hid you not once, but twice. Never fear though, I’ll keep looking.  Might even send out search parties.

Moving on…

Halloween is two days!  Where did the year go?  I was stunned on Sunday when I looked at the ten-day forecast on the Weather Channel website to find that the tenth day would be November first.  I guess it’s just been one of those months when you know something is coming but it just doesn’t register.

It did hit me, a little, on Sunday though.  I’d taken a solitary drive, needing some alone time, but also hoping to add to my growing collection of photographs.  When I drove past one of my parent’s old country homes, memories just started rolling across my mind.

I remember, like it was yesterday, being terrified to be alone in that house at night.  Heck, I remember being scared to be there even when other people were home sometimes.

Because this house sat on the property next to an old, abandoned meat packing plant…

My brothers and sister and I started life off pretty young sneaking into abandoned houses to check things out.  Don’t ask me why because I have no idea.  It was just something we did for fun.  Something I’d ground my kids for life if I’d ever caught them doing it.  It was a dangerous pastime given that some of the places we went through were falling down.

But this meat packing plant was safe, made out of concrete blocks.  It might have looked old, with paint peeling from the walls, but it was sturdy.  And we just had to have a look around.  Something I think we were all regretted afterward because, following the ‘tour’ (can we say trespassing?), they hated being alone in the house as much as I did.

Why?

Maybe because it was so dark, with lots of scary shadows.  Mostly, though, I think it was because my siblings had watched more horror movies than anyone should ever see.  Not me.  I have no problem admitting I’m a coward.  But I always got the rundown on of all of them anyway.  I made my sister check under my bed and in my closets once after she gave a detailed description of a movie she’d just seen.  It scared me so bad that there was no way was I going into my apartment until she did (and she laughed the entire time).

Let me tell you, this meat packing plant looked to be an ideal setting for a Halloween or Friday the 13th-type of flick.

In addition to the creepy shadows and general eerie feeling that hit you the second you crept through the door, there were large meat hooks hanging from the ceiling.  Lots of them.  Someone (of the male persuasion) mentioned something about bodies hanging from them…and I guess that was all it took to make living next door a nightmare.  I, for one, was very glad to move.

And now I’m going to take my mind off that not-so-pleasant time of life and share with you a couple of cute pictures I snapped at my favorite apple orchard.

Do you have a scary memory from your childhood that seems silly now that you’re a grown up?

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