The dance of the bedsheet ghost
Oct. 31st, 2009 11:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matrixrefugeeI think my bedsheet ghost costume was the hit of the neighborhood: I went for a walk about sundown clad in my costume and carrying a treat pail and a bag of extra candy to give to any little ones. I trailed behind one mom in a devil costume with a wee one in a dancer's costume: "Oh my, we've got a ghost following us..." At first the little one was a bit spooked by me, but after a while, she got used to me and started "whooo"'ing back at me. I picked up a few goodies -- including a few full-sized candy bars. I can remember getting the mini-size bars (as well as homemade treats like a popcorn ball or a goody bag of peanuts).
The great thing about a bedsheet ghost costume? No one knows if you're twelve or thirty under it, especially if you're careful to keep your vocalizations down to cute little "whooooo" sounds. I had folks driving by honk their horns at me; a couple people passing me on the sidewalk got comically spooked. A few teenagers let out exaggerated yelps.
The great thing about a bedsheet ghost costume? No one knows if you're twelve or thirty under it, especially if you're careful to keep your vocalizations down to cute little "whooooo" sounds. I had folks driving by honk their horns at me; a couple people passing me on the sidewalk got comically spooked. A few teenagers let out exaggerated yelps.