I don't like being scared but I don't mind a "scary" or Halloween-related movie on occasion. One of my single favorite stories is "Sleepy Hollow." Guilty pleasure. Never watched the Charlie Brown flick but did have a temporary morbid fascination with "13 Ghosts." Sick and twisted I suppose.
I am not a tremendous fan of haunted houses, mostly because I don't like people sneaking up behind me...ghouls, goblins, or just your average creep. And being touched by freakish monsters is not appealing.
But occasionally a good cause will render a dose of bravery and I am able to step beyond my comfort level. Last night we took three of our high school youth girls to a haunted house. Right. One dude, four girls...like some scream-filled heaven for him I'm sure. :) I will say, despite a temporary disconnection in a black room full of suspended punching bags, followed by a strobe-lit room draped in suffocating sheets, it wasn't so bad. I disconnected my mind from the actual fear. I did not make eye contact and stared predominantly at my feet, which sort of bit me in the ass as I in turn kissed the ass of my pastor's daughter's jeans when she stopped suddenly in front of me. It hurt. She must work out. But I laughed so hard I could barely crawl out of the tunnel we were encased in. We bonded and it was nice for me to get to know the girls outside of the traditional church environment. I had a great time....even with the chainsaw-weilding man at the end...who actually happened to know a girl in the group, or at least she suspected. Can't take a zombie seriously when he's shouting, "I know your mom!"
The kids are starting to get curious as to how long I intend to remain in the youth group or if I'm merely another person in their life to depart as soon as the seasons change. It's a valid question. I'm certain if I were as brave as they, I would have asked it myself. I simply answered that I have every intention of being in their lives. And it's true. They have put a spell on me and now I'm theirs.
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