I am so very pleased today to have my good friend and fellow author E. Ayers with me at Jenna’s Journal to tell us about her inspiration for her brand new Halloween story A Skeleton at Her Door.
Hi, Jenna, thanks for inviting me here.
My newest novella, A Skeleton at Her Door, does have a bit of truth behind it. Many years ago, before cell phones, when my daughters were tweens, I was in charge of a huge Halloween bash for our neighborhood. Luckily, we had some wonderful creative people involved, and it was a huge success. But a few days before this big event, there was a knock at my door. I opened it to this fabulous skeleton. Where did he get that costume? I have no idea. Amazing!
I knew my neighbor was going to be a skeleton in this big upcoming event so I assumed, dragged him inside, and called my girls downstairs to come see this guy. Every muscle in this guy’s body showed and he had some muscles. My girls scurry down the steps, and the youngest, who was maybe ten at the time, sat on those steps and stared at this guy as if she were dissecting him in science class.
The guy is not saying a word. The makeup job on him was first class. His lips and a portion of his cheeks had been carefully painted to look like teeth, and it didn’t take much to figure out that he was afraid to talk for fear of messing up this facial artwork. My oldest, who was about thirteen, walked around him. I thought she was admiring the costume. That’s about the moment when my youngest says, “Mom, that not Bob Smith. Bob has blue eyes and this guy has brown eyes.”
Panic sets in! Who did I just drag into my house? I’m alone with my two “little” girls and hubby isn’t even due home for another hour. The guy rolls his palms up and shrugs. I offered him pen and paper. With gloved hands he writes a note. He had the address transposed. I told him the correct address. He waved, and left. I kept telling myself that 99% of people in this world are good, decent, honest people.
My youngest daughter glibly comments, “He looked good, real good!”
The oldest looked at me, blew out a breath through pursed lips, and fanned her face. “He was hot.”
At thirteen, she was not supposed to know about hot! Guess my little girls weren’t so little anymore. But that incident stuck with me.
So what would happen if a man in a skeleton costume had the wrong address today? And what if that wrong address belonged to a single mom? It’s called A Skeleton at Her Door.
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Thank you so much for being my guest today, E. I can’t wait to read about this “skeleton ” and what he does for this single mom.
And anyone who wants a chance to win a copy of A Skeleton at Her Door, just leave a comment below and include your name and email address. It’s the easiest Treat you’ll get this Halloween!
I’ll be continuing the Halloween festivities the rest of this week with a look at my favorite scary books, my favorite scary movies, and on Halloween I’ll tell you a spooky story that’s true. I know, because it happened to me! ‘Til then, Happy Haunting!