My daughter is in 10th grade.
My son is in seventh grade.
Despite this, I still run the local elementary school’s annual haunted house fundraiser.
Why? I could lie and say it’s because of the wonderful cause. I could lie and say it’s because I still own tons upon tons of Halloween props, and well, they might as well be put to use. I could lie and say it’s all about the kiddies and their smiling faces.
I run the local elementary school’s annual haunted house because it’s preposterously fun. Because the rush of sitting it up (behind the curtains in the auditorium) is pure electricity. Because seeing a bunch of kids team up to put on a one-night production is super gratifying. Because it allows my son Emmett and I to think up wild adventures and grotesque scenes and myriad ways to put our family Elmo costume (don’t ask) to sinister use. It’s seeing adults jump back in fear and seeing kids cover their eyes.
Truly, it’s simply amazing, amazing, amazing joy.
In one night.
These days, that’s a precious commodity.