I was just fortunate enough to attend a cookie swap party, where there were dozens and dozens of cookies. I brought pumpkin chocolate chip, but the best ones were something called "Chocolate Oh My Gods." They weren't kidding.
Anyhow, in the apartment next door to my friend's apartment this
was unmistakably hanging in the window. When we realized it was there, we gawked and shuttered, not necessarily because we thought Freddie lived there, but because what kind of a creep show would have that thing out, on display?
With a full belly, sugar high and achy cheeks from laughing, Kai and I walked downstairs, and looked up at the second floor window, where we saw the glove earlier that night. It was gone. In wordless unison we ran back upstairs as fast as we could and yelled that the glove moved to the people still milling about the party. They looked, it was still there, and we all laughed at how foolish and seriously scared we were that the Freddie Kruger glove was on the move.
Anyhow, in the apartment next door to my friend's apartment this
was unmistakably hanging in the window. When we realized it was there, we gawked and shuttered, not necessarily because we thought Freddie lived there, but because what kind of a creep show would have that thing out, on display?
With a full belly, sugar high and achy cheeks from laughing, Kai and I walked downstairs, and looked up at the second floor window, where we saw the glove earlier that night. It was gone. In wordless unison we ran back upstairs as fast as we could and yelled that the glove moved to the people still milling about the party. They looked, it was still there, and we all laughed at how foolish and seriously scared we were that the Freddie Kruger glove was on the move.
