melanie2
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i had an extremely traumatizing Halloween when i was in the seventh grade..forty years ago exactly...let me relate..
the previous year, us sixth graders had to take dancing lessons from Mrs. Duval...not fun i can assure you..especially if you are shy etc..anyway that same woman decided to carry on the dancing to our seventh grade classes..but instead of classes, she would hold theme dances once a month..the first would be Halloween..
ahh i can still remember what i wore that night..i was a shy girl..very skinny and terribly self conscious about it..the outfit i wore that night transformed me into a sexy flirt...my hair was long and parted in the middle..or had been until Charles Manson committed his acts..when my neighborhood then said i looked to much like his followers and mom changed my hair to parted on the side..sighs..anyway...i wore a witch costume..a short mini wool skirt..lacy red stockings..high heels..a black long sleeved shirt...and an enormous witch's hat with a bat on the end..ahh that night..my face was painted..i danced..i had a blast..Mrs Duval had brought her teenage daughter and the daughter's boyfriend to help out..the decorations on the stage were truly spectacular..and the ambience of the entire party was thrilling, scary and exciting...i had guys come up to me and say..don't you sit behind me or in front of me? and then they would say wow..you are so different..like all good dances/parties, it had to end..i went home in a state of bliss..and fell asleep..
the following morning my mom woke me..she told me that shortly before midnight the night before..Halloween night..as Mrs. Duval, her daughter and the boyfriend were driving home after having taken down the decorations and cleaned up a bit..sitting at a red light..as it changed they began to drive and were slammed into by a drunken driver who had run a red light..Mrs. Duval and the bf were killed instantly, the daughter later died..she was seen crawling outside the car, in a daze..her neck broken..calling for help..i was in a state of shock...
and the ironic or very spooky part was this..
among the decorations that night..was a tombstone for Mrs. Duval...Carol, her daughter..and the boyfriend..
RIP....the date of their birth...and the date of their death...Oct. 31st, 1968
the previous year, us sixth graders had to take dancing lessons from Mrs. Duval...not fun i can assure you..especially if you are shy etc..anyway that same woman decided to carry on the dancing to our seventh grade classes..but instead of classes, she would hold theme dances once a month..the first would be Halloween..
ahh i can still remember what i wore that night..i was a shy girl..very skinny and terribly self conscious about it..the outfit i wore that night transformed me into a sexy flirt...my hair was long and parted in the middle..or had been until Charles Manson committed his acts..when my neighborhood then said i looked to much like his followers and mom changed my hair to parted on the side..sighs..anyway...i wore a witch costume..a short mini wool skirt..lacy red stockings..high heels..a black long sleeved shirt...and an enormous witch's hat with a bat on the end..ahh that night..my face was painted..i danced..i had a blast..Mrs Duval had brought her teenage daughter and the daughter's boyfriend to help out..the decorations on the stage were truly spectacular..and the ambience of the entire party was thrilling, scary and exciting...i had guys come up to me and say..don't you sit behind me or in front of me? and then they would say wow..you are so different..like all good dances/parties, it had to end..i went home in a state of bliss..and fell asleep..
the following morning my mom woke me..she told me that shortly before midnight the night before..Halloween night..as Mrs. Duval, her daughter and the boyfriend were driving home after having taken down the decorations and cleaned up a bit..sitting at a red light..as it changed they began to drive and were slammed into by a drunken driver who had run a red light..Mrs. Duval and the bf were killed instantly, the daughter later died..she was seen crawling outside the car, in a daze..her neck broken..calling for help..i was in a state of shock...
and the ironic or very spooky part was this..
among the decorations that night..was a tombstone for Mrs. Duval...Carol, her daughter..and the boyfriend..
RIP....the date of their birth...and the date of their death...Oct. 31st, 1968
