MEME: Weekend Assignment #83

Weekend Assignment #83: Tell us a scary Halloween story... that happened to you.

What I'm looking for here is a story where you were spooked or scared by someone or... something... in or around Halloween (or, alternately, a story where you spooked the heck out of someone else). Please note I don't want stories in which you or others were genuinely in danger -- I'm talk about you getting one big BOO! moment, which, after you were able to get your heart back into your chest, resulted in you saying something along the lines of "Don't do that!" to whomever was giving you a spook. A fun frightening, in other words.

Extra Credit: The song "Monster Mash": Fun or lame?

Dear John,

Try as I might, I can not come up with a single instance of anything approaching fear on Halloween. Nothing, nope, nada. So I'm going for the Extra Credit right from the git go and say the Monster Mash is fun. And poo on you for thinking otherwise – you're too bloody young to appreciate the nuances inherant in the presentation when it first appeared in the Dark Ages. Up until then, society was limping along with Doris Day singing about rubber tree plants, ants in the pants and some girl from Impanema or some such. Lord Buckley was too risque for over-the-air play, Lenny Bruce was still an unknown. Humorists consisted of Alan Sherman (“Hello Mudder, Hello Fadder, here I am at Camp Granada!”), Mort Sahl and Alan King. Bob Newhart was standing on a stage, talking to himself on a phone, for Ezus J Icekray's sake!

Now, I've been scared and frightened many times over the years. Heck, about the time that the Monster Mash appeared, I was spending three minutes a day huddled under a desk in fear of a nuclear attack by Soviet Union! But, had I known this at that time (1962) I'd have been terrified! Gary Paxton, the producer of “The Monster Mash” was the singer and lyricist of that other, less humorous one hit wonder song, Alley Oop. Aaarrgghhh!

Hollow-weenie Yours,

wil

Monster Mash
Bobby "Boris" Pickett & The Crypt-Kickers

(Written by Bobby Pickett and Lenny Capizzi)


I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise

He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
He did the mash
He did the monster mash

From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes

They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
They did the mash
They did the monster mash

The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Wolf Man
Dracula and his son

The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, "The Crypt-Kicker Five"

They played the mash
They played the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They played the mash
It caught on in a flash
They played the mash
They played the monster mash

Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist
And said, "Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist"

It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash
The monster mash
And it's a graveyard smash
It's now the mash
It's caught on in a flash
It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash

Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band
And my monster mash is the hit of the land
For you, the living, this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you

Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash
The monster mash
And do my graveyard smash
Then you can mash
You'll catch on in a flash
Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash
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