The heebie jeebies, the willies, the creeps – we’ve all had them. Whether from a scary movie, a childhood memory or a fear of clowns – most of us have some kind of trigger that can send chills down our spines.
I get to see my trigger every October, just a few streets away. For that is where THE WITCH lives three weeks out of the year.
You’ve seen them. The fake witches that appear to have flown directly in to a tree. But this one is different. She is life size. And oh so real looking. Her legs are filled out. Her hands are clawed and I can just barely see her turn her head to gaze at me. <SHUDDER>
And now there is someone new to share in the shivers. We have a neighbor who decorates her house for weeks before Halloween. She has pirates, ghosts, witches, skeletons and even a pirate ship bedecked with jewels and gold. There are figures standing throughout her yard, daring children to walk by for a simple piece of candy.
But this year, there is someone new. Someone who caught my eye and <gulp> gave me the super heebie jeebies. He lives across the street from the witch house. I think they know each other. And I think they know ME. That street has just gotten a little more frightening.
What gives YOU the heebie jeebies?
