We stood on the edge of the woods. It was very quiet. Maybe too still? Nervously, we looked around.
“Get hold of yourself,” we told each other as we headed for the Pineapple Hill Inn, where we’d be spending the weekend with friends. We’d driven to New Hope, Pennsylvania – a charming old town with a lot of history – located on the Delaware River.
It was Halloween weekend, and we’d missed it the last two years (one spent in Vietnam and the other on a cruise ship in the mid-Atlantic). No wonder we were on edge! We consoled ourselves with a little “trick or treat” candy bar at the Inn.
As evening fell, ghosts and goblins appeared on the street. We’d been told to walk across the bridge over the Delaware River to the neighboring town of Lambertville, New Jersey. The most artistically and elaborately decorated Halloween house could be found on Union Street.
As we walked by the door, someone offered us candy. Startled, we backed away. “Thanks, but we’d just as soon not.’” (Who wants to accept candy when they’re goose-bumped scared?)
By the next morning, everything was back to normal. However, after we said our goodbyes to the innkeepers, Igor lurched out in a farewell gesture as we passed him on the porch. “Farewell, Igor, till next year!”