|Spring Heeled Jack 2011|
On the next block over the neighbors turned their garage into a haunted house and it reminded me of the many times my dad and uncles turned a basement into a haunted house. Usually there would be a scarecrow at the end who was holding perfectly still but then jump at you once you got close to see if it was real. I think we may still be a few years away from doing that in our garage, but it is now on the list.
The kids had a blast. Even after Jack fell on the sidewalk and fattened his lip, he didn't want to go home. It was lovely to meet all the people on our block and only have to walk two houses home and even better that I didn't have to answer the door forty times with the dog barking each time.