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Farm House Weekend
Wednesday, August 27, 2008 at 17:31 Farm House Weekend of Horror!!!
This past weekend experience made me think hard and think twice about what innocent imaginings are, and what you see, and what is REALLLY there. Beauty was everywhere, and I did see it. At the same I also starred unwittingly in my very own horror movie.
It was a long and pretty drive to our friend's farmhouse in upstate New York. Janet and I talked "girl stuff" on the way. Nail polish, work and guys. As the roads got smaller and smaller and the speed limit went from 65 to 5 miles per hour , we finally found the rusty ax that marked the farm house where we were staying. The house was old, very old, about 200 years old. The property was ageless and beautiful, with a view of mountains near and far, and a swing hanging from an old tree. Old friends and new friends greeted us as we walked up to the porch. Settled in and had a great time eating dinner and picking corn.
Everyone walked around with corn on their faces and no one seemed to notice. Very relaxed bunch of people. Nearly everyone was in bed by 11:00. Only our host and myself stayed up and watched television in one of two ancient living rooms. By midnight it was just me and the standing coffin, animal heads and a few cleavers.
I smoked a cigar and jumped in the hot tub and my mind went to work.
Day two (Sunday) in this house was great. Everyone had to leave Sunday night, but Janet and I decided to stay over. Alone in this house.
My night went something like this. Keep Janet awake as long as possible. Coffee? Chocolate? Wine? Beer? Sunflower seeds? Finally Mommy Dearest was on TV. Janet stayed awake for that and then she fell fast asleep.
Hours went by as I walked down the halls of this old mansion. I thought of how many babies had been birthed and how many people had died here. In those days people did those sort of things at home. The old photos in every room did not help with these thoughts. Those of you who know me, know that I am a fan of horror films, tales of gore and an insomniac. It does not take long for a a big old farmhouse on a moonless night to make my mind go to very dark places.
Finally, I started thinking about escaped convicts who may be prowling the property ready to break into the house.
I couldn't stop thinking scary thoughts. I looked in on Janet, she was sleeping like a proverbial log. No one else awake. Was I the only one anticipating getting my throat slashed?
Ghosts flying through the house or just sitting in the old beds and chairs. I grabbed a very large knife and walked around the house with it just in case Freddy Kruger tried to pop in.
Then there was always Mike Myers from Friday the 13th. Looking in the window saw a horrifying face staring back at me. I knew at this point that I was not going to sleep at least until the sun came up.
I tried to wake Janet up. She did not move. I started seeing things after a while. Each time I moved from one room to the next. I passed one bedroom that scared me to death. I had images of dead bodies lying on the bed.
I scurried past the room as fast as I could each time. Axes, hatchets, photos of sculls, old baby doll heads, animal meat hooks, cleavers, a large old coffin.
I had never lived my very own horror movie before. This was the first time. I watched the sun come up. Finally I could sleep. I put the knife under the bed in case I rolled over onto it not wanting to stab myself after I made it through the very frightful night.
I slept maybe two hours when Janet yelled "wake up, here's some coffee." I stared at the ceiling for a while, sat up and thought about all the great friends I had made this weekend.
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A very scary story!