I have a funny story to share with you.
When my husband was writing his dissertation, my daughter, our dog, and I left to go visit Grandma and Grandpa so he could work in peace. I asked my younger nephew, who was 16 at the time, to come along, and off we went to Gulf Shores, Alabama.
One night after everyone had gone to bed, my nephew and I saw that John Carpenter’s Halloween was beginning. I am talking about the original Halloween. The movie with the Queen of Scream herself, Jamie Lee Curtis.
My nephew had never seen the movie. I had seen the movie as a kid and it left me damaged. To this day when I watch that movie, I have my eyes covered.
“Let’s watch it together so we won’t get scared,” I said. “Yeah, good idea,” he said.
We were fools. We both watched the movie with our eyes covered.
When the movie ended, it was time to take the dog out for one last potty break. We both looked at each other in great despair. One of us had to go outside with the dog. I do not remember how we made the decision but I took the dog out.
It was past 1 a.m. and I was praying that Michael Myers would not kill me when I heard footsteps getting closer. I turned around and Michael Myers was coming right at me, knife in hand. I let out the most blood-curdling scream and jumped five feet in the air. Jamie Lee would have been jealous.
It turns out it was not Michael Myers but my nephew. When I let out my scream he stopped and let out his own blood-curdling scream that scared the ever-loving crap out of me. Naturally, I let out another blood-curdling scream, and on this went for five minutes. The dog was the only one who kept his composure.
When we stopped screaming at each other we started laughing like idiots in the middle of the street. I tell you all this because I have not let out a blood-curdling scream like that one until I saw the house featured in this week’s column.
This two-bedroom, two-bath home is located at 73 Guys Lane, Weare, New Hampshire. The 1,459-square-foot home sits on three acres that overlook nothing but forest. The owners are asking $375K.
To be fair, the house seems really nice. It is the listing agent who thought he would have some fun.
At first glance I saw nothing and then when I looked again, I let out a yip.
At this point, I just assumed my natural stance.
The only thing missing from this listing is the “oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah” warning that Michael Myers is about to appear.
The popcorn went flying after the next photo. Cue blood-curdling scream now.
There are more photos I could show you but I just cannot take it anymore. I am done, son. I am done. Even worse is that I do not have my nephew nearby to scream with anymore.
For more photos go here.
