We should have listened to our puppy.
You’ve heard the old belief. Dogs sense if people aren’t good. Our puppy knew.
Generally she’s greets strangers with a bark, then a sniff, then rolls over to wait for a belly rub. Since she’s a cutie pie, most people are captivated and can’t resist the temptation to hand out a friendly rub. After that ritual, peace and quiet returns and our puppy finds a lap to nest in.
On a dark and dreary day, I sat working on my laptop when the doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone. So I peeked out the peep-hole in the door. An unfamiliar woman stood outside my door. Since the outer storm door was locked, I opened the inner door. Then I spotted her “credential” hanging from a lanyard around her neck.
She identified herself and her reason for being at my door. My puppy barked louder and more frenzied.
Since I knew nothing about her or her appointment to see my severely disabled son who lives with us, I still didn’t let her in. I said I’d check with him, closed the inner door, and left her standing outside. (It wasn’t freezing or raining. I was being cautious, right?)
Sweetest little puppy grew more anxious and tired of barking turned to growling instead. She gave her best impression of ferocious. (Think musical some from Halloween movies–you know the one…)
My son verified the appointment and the name. With some trepidation I let the visitor in.
My mistake. Even Little Red Riding Hood caught on to the wolf soon enough. Like my puppy. But I led this viper to my son. Puppy stayed with him snarling and distrustful the whole time this Frankenstein stayed.
Despite her “creds,” her pre-approved and scheduled appointment, her ordinary appearance, she was evil. Worse, I had let this ghoul in to wreak havoc on my son’s life and ours. (Mental Jaws theme thrumming in background.)
For an hour–it seemed an eternity–our puppy growled and remained vigilant during this monstrous villain’s appointment. Her slimy presence continues to leave its putrid essence in daily battles we wage to keep our family together and safe from the diabolical machinations this wickedest of witches set in motion that day.
Even worse, our puppy got sick not long after that frightful visit. (She’s better now…thanks to a good witch with veterinarian skills.)
But bad storms followed with lots of destruction.
Several beloved people died.
This misbegotten blob of cells doesn’t have fangs, bulging eyes, greenish translucent skin–good signals to indicate her evil nature. (Psycho music here.)
No such luck. At first glance she appears human–a real-honest-to-goodness shapeshifter.
But this Voldemort enjoys using her “powers” to wreak destruction on others.
She’s not the kind of ghoul or ghost who will be making the trick or treat Halloween bash. She gets a salary and destroys others during work hours. She feeds off the devastation left in her slimy wake.
Beware this cautionary tale. Listen to your puppy. Especially around Halloween. Or dark dreary days.
I’ll take my little goblins, ghosts, witches, warlocks, and a few fairy princesses who might ring our doorbell Halloween eve. I suspect my puppy will be barking to greet them, not growling or snarling. I have my treats ready.
But should that ghoul show up, it won’t get a treat or an open door. That’s one horror movie I won’t watch again. (Exorcist theme here.)
And so my tale ends…Till next Halloween when our son who thrives on freaky horror films this time of year helps me create our own too-terrible, tacky Halloween tale.