This month on From a Cabin in the Woods we are featuring Diane Sismour’s “Hallow’s Eve Trick or Treat.”
Diane Sismour has written poetry and fiction for over 35 years in multiple genres. She lives with her husband in eastern Pennsylvania at the foothills of the Blue Mountains. Diane is a member of Romance Writers of America, Bethlehem Writer’s Group LLC, Horror Writers Association, and Liberty States Fiction Writers. She enjoys interviewing other authors and leading writer’s workshops.
Her website is www.dianesismour.com, and her blog is www.dianesismour.blogspot.com.
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Hallow’s Eve Trick or Treat
Before the goblins and ghosts come knocking at the door, I go through costumes of Halloween parties past with hopes one will inspire a new use to don during Trick or Treat. There were some outrageous getups over the years.
Each brings a memory or two, but one particular outfit stirs a smile. Guests were required to stay in disguise throughout the entire party. The person who remained a mystery won best costume. Usually we had an idea who was whom except once. That year someone arrived, and nodded to people as he entered our house. Nobody knew who the concealed man was until he removed his mask at the end. A party crasher fooled everyone!
I remove the box from the stack, and place it upon the bed. The odd sensation of déjà vu strikes. A staggering certainty hit that I’ve been here before doing exactly this, just not in this lifetime! Then another thought occurs . . . wouldn’t it be fun to write a story about a parallel dimension. One facet in today’s time and another from the past, and possibly a third in the future, running simultaneously with the character’s thoughts colliding with more frequency.
A good shake removes most of the wrinkles from the cape and I arrange the red satin around my shoulders. The matching gloves slide on up to the elbows, the felt flames flickering in glitter. I nestle the horns upon my head and fasten the belt attaching the forked tail, and WHAM! Another déjà vu moment. The story idea is taking shape with each occurrence. One last item—place the black iron circlet around the horns and ta da— Queen of the She-devils. Now to find a minion or two to wrangle some candy so I can go write this story.
However your muse likes to trick, remember to give her a treat. Happy Halloween!
~ Diane Sismour
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Sally Paradysz wrote from a book-lined cabin in the woods beside the home she built from scratch. She was an ordained minister of the Assembly of the Word, founded in 1975. For two decades, she provided spiritual counseling and ministerial assistance. Sal completed undergraduate and graduate courses in business and journalism. She took courses at NOVA, and served as a hotline, hospital, and police interview volunteer in Bucks County, PA. She was definitely owned by her two Maine Coon cats, Kiva and Kodi.
Sal is missed by all who knew her.
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Happy Halloween to you, too, Diane! These days, gatecrashers at Halloween could be spookier than Halloween itself, but well, times have changed. I like the idea of a party like that. 🙂
Good parties, good memories. Your post took me back to a Halloween party that included a guy dressed up as a tree, complete with branches that brushed the ceiling. If there were prizes, it would have won.
Thanks Neetu! This was a party from yesteryear when times were more carefree. Sigh..I miss those times when the news was about a cat stuck in the tree.
Dianna, We had some crazy Halloween parties for about 20 years. Lots of good times and memories for sure!
I went through phases. Early adult activities with my newly assigned commander-in-chief (wife) were fun and boozy. Raising two girls, they never tired of dressing up and getting into the moment (and they still do). Living in Asia, Halloween is surprisingly popular, more so than Christmas. Moving back, we gave it lip service, thinking why bother. Then … along came the grandboys, now four and 17 months. We’re planning to be with them this year. Last year I went as a Zombie Park Ranger. Borrowed the official outfit and hat from my former park ranger son-in-law. Maybe this year, I’m thinking Zombie Recycling Collector.