It all started when I was making spaghetti pie for dinner. My kids always complain about my cooking. So when IJ started asking what I was making, I called it graveyard pie. That, followed by a recitation of The Hearse Song started the spooky story telling (just with IJ though-S was outside and the rest are too young).
Boys reading poetry, not scary stories |
Now, if you want to scare a more innocent type...like S for instance, just take a normal scary story and switch the characters names for people you know (or yourself) and tell them that every word of the story is true. I'll be telling S a great tale about the time his dad took me on a date to the beach. I've done this with a version of The Phantom Hitchhiker too.
Anyway, I have to get the boys ready for an upcoming sleepover....just kidding C! No scary stories there! IJ is actually preparing for the spring Cub Scout camp out coming up in May. He has become interested in public performances ever since his successful Blue and Gold experience. Everyone at scouts is tired of the same ole boys getting up and rambling about the grossest things they can think of for fifteen minutes and calling it a ghost story. IJ wants to be prepared with a classic!