The Woods have eyes, and an outhouse

 Things start to get spooky around the ranch right about this time.  Normally in a week or so the annual party would be taking place in the back shed.  But this year vines have grown over in a few spots.  The candles won't be lit, no food to prepare.  The party is taking a year off.

 

Your journey would begin as you make your way through the deep dark woods, lit with glowing things like pumpkins and ghost milk jugs and blue moon light.  This is where it comes in handy to have a few kids who like to jump out and scare people.  While buried under a pile of innocent looking leaves.  Gotcha.  Every. Single. Time.

The trail is the only way to get to the back shed where food and merriment, or scary-ment, await.

You might see some flickering lights through the one window and know you are getting close to being safely inside.  And the light would be flickering from the hanging fixture taken out of the free bin at a garage sale.  You know - those dated kind that folks toss out when they update.  

Trash to them.  Treasure to the possessed October Bliss.

Spray paint and some flicker bulbs, and before you know it hanging in your husbands storage shed is some wonderful year round ambiance.

Nothing like going out to fetch something from the shed in March and seeing that.

Pre-web, this light looked like it came out of a mid-EVIL castle.  It was hard to imagine someone had it hanging in their house.... recently.  The guy almost begged me to take it, along with the matching sconces.  I felt I had to explain why I wanted it, I couldn't have him thinking my decorating taste sucked.  But it was perfect for a haunted shed.

And the sconces were perfect for the inside of a haunted outhouse.

When 'ya gotta go, 'ya gotta go, so round up old boards and build the perfect, creepy outhouse.  Because seriously, would you want to walk back through the haunted forest to the bathroom in the house?  I didn't think so.  Mostly only the ladies used it.  The men went...... ummm, well in the moon light just because they could.

Then, because someone was not a blogger yet, she didn't take any pictures of the totally cool decorated outhouse interior.  With a talking fortune teller.  Who felt it necessary to repeatedly tell me I need to lose a few pounds.  She was a borrowed head, and motion activated.  Esmerelda didn't start to talk till you had a seat.  She scared you when you were most vulnerable and could not get up and run.  That is cruel huh?  Truly gave new meaning to scaring it out of someone.

Emerelda didn't exactly say I needed to lose a few pounds.  

While her eerie music played she told me;

"Ohhh, you have come for my wisdom....I have but one recommendation for you - 

eat well and stay fit - you'll die anyway, but at least you'll look better."  

I guess she told me I was ugly!

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