Tis I. Empress Nightshade.
I know some of you thought me to be dead, but no. I am alive although not kicking as I use to.
I disappeared from this site as I did all others. I threw haunting out of my life due to disappointments in my abilities and society as a whole.
Okay, okay....
Put the violins back. There will be no sob stories here. But, I do want to express a bit of what happened to me and where I am today. Care to listen?
They say "Be careful what you wish for.." Well, I got it and to be honest, I didn't like it one bit. The acknowledgment, the pro haunt, the customers, the advertisement -- I got it all, but at what cost? My health. The last year of the Scream Extreme Haunted House, I did everything in a leg cast. Doc said I needed surgery on my tendons. When I refused saying I had something more pressing to attend to (Haunting), she put me in a cast and there I remained. I ruined the first one due to construction, so I was put in another one. This one was ruined as well since the haunt was outdoors allowing the constant rain to soak in. I shook my head at my own self when I looked down at the plastic bag and duct tape I had surrounded it with in an attempt to keep it dry.
My health began to decline and my spirit for haunting diminished. Sending thousands of dollars in props to the city dump, I vowed to never look back and I kept this promise to myself. Even the times when a classic horror movie was on television or that special smell of sawdust and spray paint would hit my nostrils, I would think about the negative and thank the heavens I was no longer involved. That was until this past October....
My eldest child -- my precious one and only daughter -- came to me in July and said, "Mom, would you haunt my garage?" She'd just purchased a lovely home with a two car garage and began to reminisce about the old days when she and her brothers were kids helping out a budding haunter Mom. "...would you haunt my garage?" Those words set a fire under me. A fire I'd dowsed and thought never to burn again. But, it did and before I knew it, I was taking snaps of her garage, creating a floor plan and making purchases. Like a previous bicycle rider, I jumped back on and began to pedal ignoring my body's warnings. It wasn't until after it was over that I collapsed into a huge ball of pain. What lasted for only an hour took me weeks to recover from. I wanted to scream, "It's not fair! I don't want it to be over. There's still so many scares and haunted ideas here." What is a disabled haunter to do?
Yes. That is my question: What am I suppose to do? I feel like an old woman on the outside who still wants to party and shake her booty on the inside. I want to haunt! I want to be deeply involved in all aspects of it. I want to build something unique and sit in my wheelchair in the corner and laugh my ass off as people fall to the floor in fright. Where do I put this? Is there a place for me....?
I know some of you thought me to be dead, but no. I am alive although not kicking as I use to.
I disappeared from this site as I did all others. I threw haunting out of my life due to disappointments in my abilities and society as a whole.
Okay, okay....
Put the violins back. There will be no sob stories here. But, I do want to express a bit of what happened to me and where I am today. Care to listen?
They say "Be careful what you wish for.." Well, I got it and to be honest, I didn't like it one bit. The acknowledgment, the pro haunt, the customers, the advertisement -- I got it all, but at what cost? My health. The last year of the Scream Extreme Haunted House, I did everything in a leg cast. Doc said I needed surgery on my tendons. When I refused saying I had something more pressing to attend to (Haunting), she put me in a cast and there I remained. I ruined the first one due to construction, so I was put in another one. This one was ruined as well since the haunt was outdoors allowing the constant rain to soak in. I shook my head at my own self when I looked down at the plastic bag and duct tape I had surrounded it with in an attempt to keep it dry.
My health began to decline and my spirit for haunting diminished. Sending thousands of dollars in props to the city dump, I vowed to never look back and I kept this promise to myself. Even the times when a classic horror movie was on television or that special smell of sawdust and spray paint would hit my nostrils, I would think about the negative and thank the heavens I was no longer involved. That was until this past October....
My eldest child -- my precious one and only daughter -- came to me in July and said, "Mom, would you haunt my garage?" She'd just purchased a lovely home with a two car garage and began to reminisce about the old days when she and her brothers were kids helping out a budding haunter Mom. "...would you haunt my garage?" Those words set a fire under me. A fire I'd dowsed and thought never to burn again. But, it did and before I knew it, I was taking snaps of her garage, creating a floor plan and making purchases. Like a previous bicycle rider, I jumped back on and began to pedal ignoring my body's warnings. It wasn't until after it was over that I collapsed into a huge ball of pain. What lasted for only an hour took me weeks to recover from. I wanted to scream, "It's not fair! I don't want it to be over. There's still so many scares and haunted ideas here." What is a disabled haunter to do?
Yes. That is my question: What am I suppose to do? I feel like an old woman on the outside who still wants to party and shake her booty on the inside. I want to haunt! I want to be deeply involved in all aspects of it. I want to build something unique and sit in my wheelchair in the corner and laugh my ass off as people fall to the floor in fright. Where do I put this? Is there a place for me....?
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