Haunted House Time #wheredoyougo

DisneywitchlittleTHIS is the place the kids want to go to EVERY year here in Ohio.  Not all kids…the ones in my life. Me?

Not so much.

When I was young, going to a haunted house meant going to an abandoned, derelict hovel out in the country and scaring oneself until I peed my pants.  Or going to a graveyard in the middle of a cornfield in the dead of night.  One of my good friends drove a old Hurst  and we got it stuck in a graveyard across from our high school.  Embarrassing. ghostlittle

This year I gave most of my decorations to the kiddos to use as they wish.

It’s time to pass on the torch!

Sans fire!

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