Lulu’s Loose Screw

Last year for Halloween I was Willy Wonka. This year I had never been more confused with what to be—and usually I know my costume by the time Halloween has come the year before.  I  had always dreamed of doing a scary one like on 'Roseanne'; my favorites are Darlene's.  So I really had my heart set on prom scene Carrie, but now I must wait another year for that one; the long peach velvet dress in my closet just has to wait for its bucket of pig blood.   Then, the offer to join some 'League of Their Own' ladies arose, but I had to turn it down. I had to dress up after my namesake and be... ...LIZZZZAAAAA!!!!!!! ☠    ☠    ☠ Now, as always, here are some writings—HALLOWEEN themed: Burnt chocolate smells atrocious WANTED: OWNER of CHOCOLATE FACTORY KIDNAPS FOUR KIDS and FLEES with  OOMPA LOOMPAS “Never again will I sink my teeth into an ever-last...

             The pulse of my shower feels like fingers snatching at my hair.  The shower curtain flutters and I feel  the presence of a person sneaking.  I think about that Psycho scene, the stabbing in the shower, where Janet Leigh’s body drains hot chocolate. I used to have clear sliding shower doors; although the warped pattern made images blurry, I knew when someone was in the room.  But the curtain I am not used to, and now whenever it grazes my leg I peek out the side just to make sure there is not a guy with an awful face holding a knife.  I used to not be afraid of horror movies.  I remember watching Child’s Play when I was little with my sister; she had a bad reaction to it, and cried until my father turned the screen off with a static click.  And then I started carrying on because I wanted to finish it and no one would let me.  And maybe that is the reason why, now, horror movies really do...