Is this a real Witch?
As they say in the South “Who’da Thunk it!”
We moved in 2 years ago, naturally we were greeted, and constantly invited to churches in the area. We politely declined. I was a little worried about the neighborhood, after my good neighbor told me, that maybe I shouldn’t park Michelle’s Harley on the side of the trailer. He said it would be no surprise if 3 people drove up late, loaded it on a trailer and took off. I told him I’d hate that, but it was fully insured. No ones touched it so far. Thinking back on it, the past year has been really quiet.
It wasn’t until about 2 weeks ago, while talking to the owner that used to live in our trailer, I learned we are “Devil Worshipers” according to what he has heard, That explains the quiet, the cessation of people knocking on the door late, wanting change, or use the phone. As they say in the South “Who’da Thunk it!” After I stopped laughing to the point of almost passing out, I asked him where did that come from. He related he didn’t know the origin, only that the man down the street that is always in the church, “Had heard some things”. The word is to steer clear of us, we probably do satanic stuff. They know I’m an ex-cop, someone else’s rumor, has bestowed on me the rank of high priest. Just don’t bother “them”. Be nice, and polite, they can cause bad things, best to just leave them alone. That’s the gist of it.
Apparently..
October 2016 (last year) was our first Halloween, so we set up for the grand-kids, or any trick-or-treaters in the area. Michelle likes to decorate all out when she can. We always invited the kids friends over for a bonfire when we lived on our own land. So, to be in the spirit 
(no pun intended), we had 3 foot Frankenstein and Dracula, plastic illuminated figures in the yard near the porch. There were spiderwebs on the porch, a large motorized Gargoyle, motion activated, that talked and moved his wings. A couple skulls with blinking eyes, Candles, Silver Goblets, a large sword, with the table set up like a palm reader. We thought it festive and cute, everyone else thought we were for real apparently. Maybe Michelle dressed as a Witch (which she pulls off really well) didn’t help… In hindsight, had I talked her mother into dressing up as a witch and sitting on the porch, maybe we would be the only ones here in the park now.
Lawn chairs, and hot-dogs on sticks
Now in the country, in the South, in a trailer park, that can be good, or bad. On one hand, these people are highly superstitious, and fearful of the unknown. Since we have not been burned to the ground, or seen evidence of protesters in the road out front carrying signs, inviting us to burn in Hell, they still speak to us and wave, I guess we are safe. That’s good. On the other hand, if the place catches fire, we can look for people showing up with lawn chairs, and hot-dogs on sticks. Not good. Michelle has been wanting a pygmy goat, I guess now would be a weird time to have one as a pet, wandering the yard. Think of the rumors!
No Kool-Aid for me thanks, I’m driving.
This area, in and around the park for miles, seems to be afflicted with crazy people. I’m sorry, that is an old, outdated term, and I mean no slander against someone suffering mentally or emotionally. I spent 8 years working around people with mental health problems, I know the sadness it causes. Anyway, there are numerous calls in a 2-mile radius of us regarding suicide attempts, emotionally disturbed, or overdose. Maybe a study on the water is in order. One small church down the road, apparently has a Jim Jones/Guyana wannabe. He is strongly suggesting, that his congregation consider signing over ownership, of their properties to the church. Excuse me for being normal, but I think I’ve seen this movie, and it didn’t end well.
To sum my life up for the last year, I live in a trailer park, I’ve had a massive heart attack, I’m married to a Witch, I’ve been socially promoted to some type of high priest, and both of us are Satan worshipers. It’s probably a good idea that we were busy this year, and missed doing anything for Halloween. Should I walk around the park from time to time swinging some type of incense burner and mumbling to myself? Nah.
Comments always welcome,