I’m starting to doubt that they will ever post the winners of the 2013 Halloween True Ghost Story Contest over at Rense.com, so I figured I would at least link you to the story I submitted to them.  Camp Old Indian is based on a true experience I had while trying to find my way to the Boy Scout camp of the same name.  It’s nothing fancy, I won’t win any prestigious awards or anything like it, but it did happen.  You can decide whether or not I’m crazy.  (We all know I am, let’s face it.)  It’s a very short piece, less than 1000 words, and I wrote it in an hour and a half, so please don’t judge me too harshly on my writing technique or style or whatever.  It’s just a story.  Oh, and just so you know, it’s not meant to be scary, just weird.  Enjoy.

Carved by Phil

Happy Halloween, all!

Phil is so crafty.  He can do anything, including tolerating me, which is somewhat of a task.

It’s the Chinese New Year cat, if you couldn’t tell.

Here’s to hoping I get no rejection letters in the next few days, for I refuse to be bummed on my birthday!!

As I mentioned in a previous post, I decided to be a Purple Queen for Halloween.  The thought only really occurred to me after I opened my dad’s birthday present that arrived the day before Halloween.  Inside the box was an awesome purple shirt that said “Everything purple is mine.  Everything else can be dyed of painted.”  It was totally a Gabe shirt.  There was also a purple newsboy style hat. It was then that the thought hit me.  I ran to my closet and pulled out everything purple that would go together.  You would be surprised how my purple I own.  I had Phil take some pictures of me to document the purple awesomeness that was me.  🙂  I just wanted a picture of me in my getup, but no, I had to pose and look pretty, too.  Of course, the photo shoot went to Phil’s head, and now he thinks he can be a professional photographer, just like he now thinks he should be a pie maker because he made a really nice pumpkin pie for my birthday.  Well, anyway, All Hail The Purple Queen Gabe!!  🙂

Phil and I made sure that we had plenty of candy to share with the many kids who live in his apartment complex, but would you believe that only four kids showed up at our door?  And only one of them actually had a costume on!  I’m guessing that either A) the parent’s of the other kids took them to bigger subdivisions or B) all of the “Halloween is the Devil” people are living here and refuse to participate – which I hope is not the case.  I feel bad for kids who don’t get to dress up as some exotic person or creature and run around collecting candy one night a year.

Today at work though, I saw the cutest mother and son costume.  The mother was the Chiquita Bannana woman, and her son was a organic Chiquita Bannana.  The woman totally looked liked the Chiquita lady – basket on her head and all.  I wish I had my camera on me!

She looked almost exactly like this picture.

I think Morgan was Basement Cat. Perhaps she went back to Hell to make sure all the other hell cats were behaving themselves.

I’ve finally decided what to be for Halloween.  The Purple Queen!  You’ll understand when I take some pictures and upload them later. And I didn’t have to spend a dime.  Horray!  Everything came free of charge out of my wardrobe.  Can’t beat that.