Halloween Reflections

This post is a part of a “series” called Sunday Memories that I once did on my other blog that I really enjoyed and wanted to make it apart of Procrastination Ramblings. Sunday Memories is just what it sounds like: sharing a memory once each week from family gatherings, road trips, odd experiences, those interesting methods used to pull an all nighter during finals week, and random every day type things I somehow have managed to remember.

 

This week I thought I’d share a memory that I find rather ridiculous and funny now that I look back and think about it some.  Let’s take a quick stroll back to October 31^st, 2010 or maybe it was 2009...

It’s Halloween night and I’ve got nowhere to be except sitting on the couch with my Ma waiting for the few kids to come knock on our door for candy.  My dad had gone to bed super early that night so we had the remote all to ourselves so we flipped the tv to the SyFy channel and started watching the Ghost Hunters marathon.  It was the first time that Ma and I had watched the show and we deemed it fittingly for that night’s festivities.

We live out in the country in a subdivision and with very few younger kids we hardly ever get anyone knocking on our door on Halloween night.  Naturally, we shut off our light early and started to pick out our favorite candy pieces from the bowl while we watched Ghost Hunters.  Eventually Ma decided it was time to go to bed so she took her bed time meds and off she went.

So here I am, in our living by myself eating far too much Halloween candy by myself while watching Ghost Hunters as the clock is getting closer to midnight.  Ma had turned on a couple lights early in the evening and they were still on so I wasn’t really freaked out much by watching the show.  Well I wasn’t until I got up to go the kitchen to get a glass of milk to wash all that chocolate down.

I flipped the kitchen light on and headed to get a glass of milk.  I stood in front of our sink to drink the milk so I could see the tv from where I standing if I looked over the kitchen bar into the living room.  When I turned around I saw something in the window above the sink.  I freaked out and dropped my glass, thankfully it was a plastic one and didn’t shatter when it hit the floor.  My heart was pounding and I just had to figure out what I saw.  It was then that I realized the light in the kitchen that I turned on cast a perfect shadow of my body into the window above the sink.  The thing I had seen in the window was just my reflection.  And then as I stood there at the kitchen sink I realized how the light hit the window from behind me and I realized how ridiculous I was being.

If I recall correctly my Ma found me the next morning asleep on the couch with the kitchen lights and the living room lights on and I was still watching the SyFy channel. Apparently I was kind of freaked out about my stupid reflection in the window in conjunction with continuing to watch Ghost Hunters that I wanted to be able to see everything from the couch just so nothing crept up on me.