It was the day before Halloween and Agnes expected something. She wasn’t exactly sure what—just… something. Wasn’t Halloween her favorite holiday? Didn’t she decorate the whole house for Halloween, including the bathrooms? She had a Halloween shower curtain and black rugs, a paper cup holder with a graveyard scene on it, and her collection of witches on the shelf over the radiator. Didn’t she wear Halloween clothing starting on October first, the first day of Halloween in her opinion? She had a sweater with pumpkins on it, a turtleneck with little black cats all over it and many sweatshirts. Even a pair of orange-painted tennies with black bats. She sent Halloween cards and played Halloween music. People might think she was obsessed, and truthfully, she was! She admitted it. It was the best time of the year.
Sure, she decorated for the other holidays, but not as much. Well, except for Christmas--she knocked herself out decorating for Christmas. The difference was the feeling of scary, mysterious events tied to Halloween. She loved ghost stories that sent chills down her spine. Agnes loved the delicious uneasy feeling a haunted house gave her. She didn’t go to these “scare palaces” set up in October. Give her a real-live haunted house and she was a happy lady.