Gertrude quickly covered up her plan. “You’re not a helicopter, dear. Quit hovering”. Wanda pouted. “You two NEVER include me in your plans….I should turn you BOTH into Toads!!” She shot Gertrude a venomous glare, adding, “Of course in YOUR case it would be an improvement!!” Gertrude lunged for her, but she flew just out of reach. “NO VIOLENCE…PLEASE!!” Yelled Georgie (she was a VERY sensitive ghoul!)

Horace Hobgoblin chose just that moment to drift in. “OOOH, Violins? I just love music…who’s playing?”

“Violence. NOT violins, you idiot!” shouted Gertrude.

Horace was hurt! “Well excuuuuuuuuuse me!” He flew out in a huff leaving the three ladies to themselves.

Wanda would not give up! “Come on…Let me in on your plan and I’ll whip you up a special brew to catch yourself a man”……she was looking at Gertrude, thinking that the gruesome goblin would need a mighty POWERFUL brew to counter THAT face!!

Gertrude didn’t particularly like or trust Wanda.

“Fuggedabout it!!” she said. Georgie laughed her high pitched ghoulish laugh “Ha, ha, ha, very funny. You are obviously from New York, Miss Gertrude!!”

Wanda had had enough of the two b****es!! She hopped her broom and took off…vowing to fix them both when they least expected it!!

With Wanda gone, Gertrude and Georgie went to check out the abandoned mansion that was the site for the big Halloween bash they were planning. Gertrude loved it on site.

“This house is just SCREAMING for a murder to take place….it’s PERFECT!! She cried. She breezed through, investigating the rest of the rooms. To her surprise someone was sleeping in a coffin on the second floor. Gertrude walked over to him and poked her hatpin into his frontal lobe. “HMMM…If he aint dead, he sure is a sound sleeper” she mused aloud. Georgie heard her and came running up. “Oh …I see you’ve discovered Vinny Vampire…I hope you two get along. I’ve selected him to be the host!

Gertrude smiled. “Well he certainly is a heavy sleeper…but he looks ok” She snapped the Coffin shut. “BTW…I hope you’re not planning to invite any zombies…I HATE Zombies.

Georgie wrinkled her nose “Zombies? Nope….I don’t EVEN believe in them!!

The two friends continued to pore over their party plans…., planning their guest list while outside Wanda Witch was whipping up a plague of locusts that she planned to unleash on the night of the party!!!

…I could just see it now – well obviously, since I was looking in the mirror. Imagine my shock when staring back at me was Brandon Lee from “The Crow”! Not only is he dead, but hey, he’s male and what a hottie!! I’ve always wanted to snoop out his nooks and crannies, so I swung the medicine cabinet wide. My first thought was WOW, *thanks to you my medicine cabinet looks like a pharmacy.* I didn’t know that you could fit that many prescriptions and OTC meds in one teeny space. My second thought was hey wait a second, this doesn’t seem like what *I* thought his medicine cabinet would be filled with, so I read the labels. Hmmm…weren’t his prescriptions. What on earth was I doing here then? *Now what would Sunshine and Marshal Dillon do at a time like this…Aside from the obvious Hee Haw hilarity*?

From somewhere in the house, I heard “*Well excuuuuuuuuse me!” Giggling to myself, I went to investigate. It was a comedian on TV, no biggie…but the people watching it were having a rather interesting conversation. I stayed in the shadows to listen.

The one who looked like my contractor said, “*Zombies? Nope…Don’t believe in them.*” Her cute assistant said,”Yeah, but then how did he die? Nobody saw anything. You’d think Son of Sam did it, the job was so smooth…”

“*Ha, ha, ha, very funny. You are obviously from New York*,” said the carpenter with the cute tushie. “*That’s wonderful, but you know my bladder is about to explode*” replied the perfectly ordinary electrician. “I’ve gotta visit the little boys’ room, ya’ll figure it out.”

It came to mind that I was there to track down one of my fiance’s killers. Next thing I know, I was flying around the room. One of the tilers saw me and calmly said,”*You’re not a helicopter, dear. Quit hovering.*” The rest of them grabbed various instruments at hand and beat me to pieces. The last thing I heard was,”*If he ain’t dead he sure is a sound sleeper.*”

I went toward the light, of course. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do? It didn’t take me to heaven though…just flashed me to my funeral. As a string quartet played in the background, people were talking about how tragic it was I was dead at such a young age. I was guessing I was still Brandon Lee. I tried to communicate with them to tell what *REALLY* happened but couldn’t. *Violence. NOT violins, you idiot!*” kept running through my brain. Shut down the band and listen, I was killed, it wasn’t an accident!!!

Next thing I know I’m back in the house present day and work is going on around me like Brandon Lee’s accidental death was never explained. I guess the world will never know, ’cause I ain’t getting locked up in the loony bin for telling them what really happened.

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I really want to but I’ll have to see if I have time for it or not.

Please give me until tomorrow and I’ll see if I can.

Thanks! 🙂