Mom scare #1: A couple Halloweens ago, my husband and another couple dressed up to go out. Since I enjoy the horror genre, I ran with an idea. With the help of glue and make up (it's amazing what you can do with a few household items), I made myself up as a slasher victim. I have to admit, it turned out very nice (yup, I'm bragging). On our way to a bar, we made a pit stop at my poor unsuspecting mother's. Luckily, she never heard us pull in, so I got out and stood in front of her patio doors waiting for her to turn around while she was busy in the kitchen. Turn around, she did, and almost jumped into the sink. She still hasn't forgiven me for that.
Mom scare #2: That following spring we had a late heavy snowfall. Her house is just a tad bit off my path for work and I decided to stop in and say "Hi" on my way home. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't home. I made a cute little snowman that had red licorice eyes and a not so sweet looking smile thanks to the eyes. I set it on a little rocking horse she had on her patio and placed that in front on the patio doors. The next morning I received quite the earful about this evil little snowman staring at her as she was having her morning coffee.
Mom scare #3: Last year I had read about the Black-Eyed Children and thought it was interesting. This one is an unintentional scare. I told her about this story during a phone conversation. She wasn't thrilled about hearing it while she was home alone at night. Kinda creeped myself out also and I didn't even believe the story. Well, the next day I get yet another earful from her. She ended up closing all her curtains and locking the doors. When her boyfriend came home that night, she wouldn't even let him in right away. I received a pleasant "Thank you" from him also. Ha ha.
Mom scare #4: The other week, my always worrying mother (whom I love) was visiting and complaining about how I never lock my doors when I'm home alone and tried using scare tactics to get me to do so. "You never know if some weirdo will try getting in." Heh. I gave her something to think about on her way home. I told her to be careful if she sees somebody standing along the side of the road. Especially if they disappear when she gets close to them, because if they do and you look in the rear view mirror, you'll see them sitting in the back seat. About 10 minutes after she left, I get a phone call that turned into yet another earful. Apparently my story got to her. She told me drove about 80 all the way home.
The one big sister scare: This is the conversation that lead me to write this. I was talking to my older sister and told her about my latest mom scare. She thought it was funny. Mean, but funny. Then I reminded her of the time I scared our mom with the Black-Eyed Children and proceeded to read the story out loud off the internet. Yet another unhappy camper, especially since she is going to be home alone this weekend. I might add that she was never easy to scare when we were in school. She was the type that could watch a scary movie by herself and be fine. At some point that changed. I learned this during our conversation. This is not information I should have my hands on. But, since I do, she's fair game. To add fuel to the fire, I told her to watch out for that person on the side of the road. (What? It worked on my mom). After that, she wouldn't let me get another word out. Just kept telling me to shut it. This morning I asked her if she wanted to watch some movies this weekend. That was a no go. Wonder why? The temptation to mess with her is great...
Yes. I am an evil daughter and sister.
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