how we missed our neighbor bret’s house of haunting last year, right?
but he wants everyone to know—he’s BACK.
there’s nothing quite like bret’s yard in october.
(except of course for december)
let’s take a little walk, shall we? and don’t hog the middle of the path, there . . .
you have to take your turn on the edge, too.
i know it’s grisly—but hey, i didn’t put it there!
i’m just an innocent onlooker, like you.
(cue in slasher theme from psycho)
you have to get past these two ladies to get onto the “safety” of the porch
only to find out then that it’s not at all as safe as it seems.
plan B: scoot down the front walk and outside the fence, where i’m back in full view of our own house
(i’m ignoring those feet rising up from the earth)
and this “work” bench—it looks eerily like a butcher’s block . . .
seriously, where does bret find all this stuff?? i mean, skull finials for the fencing?
no wonder this guy keeled over.
this gruesome crew is not making me feel comfortable at all; maybe i should head home . . .
where i can view the tableau from the safety of my study.
but wait, there’s more. we haven’t seen it at night yet.
it’s a completely different look under the influence of lighting.
so let’s take another turn around the bone yard
lok at them; they’re positively grinning with snide delight.
i inched around these two truly creepy critters
we’re almost there, i promise . . .
but WHERE, my pretties?? he he he.
back on MY side of the street, that’s where!
thank you bret and connie; HAPPY HALLOWEEN!