Some things must not be trifled with. Such as my desserts. I’m okay with you having some of my cookies — you can eat my Halloween candy, but my cake? No. Never the cake.
I’d like to have a ghost in my house. Not an annoying one or a scary one, but an interesting spirit. On the other hand, if it meant I didn’t have to pay much rent I’d be fine with it. Zombies on the other hand is a deal-breaker. I can’t deal with the rotting flesh.
Sadly, this isn’t a commentary upon gender in our society. Rather, it’s about the scary things that go bump in the night. I really want to have someone who’ll go into the basement and see if there’s a monster down there. Otherwise I have to do it.
I just hope I never FIND anything.
I would hate to live in times before electricity. I mean nowadays I can go outside with a flashlight or turn on a lamp in my house, but imagine going outside with a candle or torch? Scary vibes all over. Of course, I don’t go outside at night even now, but…flashlights are awesome. I wish I had one.