True Stories |Ghost Story
That Time There Was a Man in My Room Who Wasn’t Invited
It’s Halloween month, and I want to share a true ghost story!
As a kid, I loved Halloween. I mean, what kid didn’t?
When I had my son, I loved it even more. I would decorate our yard, visit his school all dressed up like the scariest witch you’ve ever seen and even had a severed head dripping in blood to scare all the kiddos.
Ok, so maybe I was a little weird and sick, but still. 🤣
Now you’re probably wondering where dafuk I got a severed head from? I was a hairstylist, and one of the things I kept from hairdressing school was my mannequin head. The one we practiced all our do’s on.
Don’t ask me why I kept it, but she sure came in handy every Halloween. Her name was Ruby.
I eventually acquired a few more and every Halloween I would place these heads on spikes, cover the neck in fake blood, stick them in the front yard and scare the shit out of all the kids.
Good times were had by all. Oh wait, maybe it was just me who had fun? 🤭
