I loved being frightened by The Ghost and Mr. Chicken when I saw it in theaters with my oldest friend, back when we were in third grade. It had everything -- a hero any child can relate to (Luther, aka "Mr. Chicken"), a bully for a villain, an unsolved murder, and best of all, A HAUNTED HOUSE. I still recall the first time I saw the blood-dripping portrait.
There's not much violence, very little real peril, but the right level of suspense for fun. I found it in it's entirety on YouTube. This could be the way I celebrate Halloween.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
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What a hoot!
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