Old Houses
One of the best things about where I grew up were all the old houses. My grandfathers house is about 150 years old. It was so much fun around Halloween time, we would stay up late and tell ghost stories in the living room. The old stained glass windows made eerie shadows on the wall at times and it was almost like that house was listening to us because it always managed to creak or groan at just the right time. As I’m hanging the cobwebs up and sticking skeletons on the walls I keep remembering those nights when that creaky old house and the cheesy ghost stories would send us running and screaming into grandma and grandpas room at night.
Grandma was always there waiting to comfort us.. and Grandpa of course was there too, waiting to jump out and scare us again!