Perhaps one of the reason I like to do a Ghost Hunter comic is that I love drawing monsters.
In my younger days (pre-cambrian era), Halloween was a well of creative inspiration. I loved making scary pumpkins, monsters, ghosts, and even fake hearts made out of flour and water paste… real gross once the mold caught on.
I remember freaking the crap out of the neighborhood kids. When my brother had given up the candy hunt he joined my haunting. I assigned him the task of pulling the ghost across the driveway. I decided to lay low under Dad’s Navy blanket in a lawn chair – completely invisible in the darkness.
The Bensinger boys approached. The elder was telling his little brother about the ghost that slid across the driveway. On cue, my bro yanked the ghost across. The two made their way to the door remarking about the cool pumpkins. Out of the shadows EVIL BURST UPON THEM! RAHHHHHHHH!!!! If there ever was a good reason for a pants-wetting that would have been it.
Those poor kids were terrorized. This was the cue to change demeanor and welcome them into the house for some candy! As much as I love frightening young children, I don’t want to leave ’em in that state. 😉
I’m sure that incident is legend in the Bensinger home these days as they tell their children of the haunted Comerford home. My parents NEVER get trick-or-treaters anymore. Dad is happy to consume the candy. And, somehow, I feel responsible.
Tj
