Originally posted by Suzianne
Evil is cowardly, it will always prey on those least likely to fight back.
I sent you a PM.
Anyway, on Halloween. I remember something from my early childhood. I want to say I was 6 or 7 years old.
My parents took me to some Halloween event at a church or a school. We went to the gymnasium and played some musical chairs. Then we were led to the stage and behind the curtains. We were blindfolded and told some story about I don't know what. Then they had us stick our hands in bowls or containers of what were obviously various foods as I could smell them. This bowl was supposed to be brains (but it was really spaghetti). This bowl was supposed to be a human heart (I remember thinking it was a pear or a peach). And then we were taken to a curtained off area and sat down. The blindfolds were removed and the lady continued on with her story. I don't know what the story was about because as usual, I was in some other place in my mind... a captivating daydream of who knows what. There was a long rectangular box in front of us and our chairs were all situated around it. Then the next that happened is the lady that was telling the story said something in a loud voice, and then the box in front of us creaked open, and a hand reached out of it. It was a female hand. All the kids around me screamed bloody murder and were ushered out of the room and off the stage. But for some reason I was totally fixated on the hand. The lady had a beautiful, rather large diamond ring. I wasn't scared at all. I had no idea I was supposed
to be scared because I hadn't paid attention to anything that was going on. And then as the lady was screaming for me to run out of the room, I stood up out of my chair, walked over to the box, and placed my hand on the lady's hand and I think I tried to take the ring! Or else I just wanted to look more closely at it because I had never seen such a thing. Finally the screaming lady literally picked me up and about tossed me off the stage.
That's all I remember and to this day I have no idea why I wasn't scared, and what my fixation was on that ring. Weird.