"It's beautiful there." She conceded. "No place celebrates Halloween quite like Massachusetts." over in her shop there was a gift shop too. Presented and displayed were beautiful crafts from local artists but most had an eclectic and spooky disposition. There were skeletons and pumpkins, bats and ravens.
Oona just loved to be scared. Not like pee your pants trembling scared but a haunted house, horror movies scared. Giggles and thrown popcorn. Squeezing someone's hand when the atmosphere was tense.
Then she wanted to ask about more personal things. Did he have a wife or kids? But instinct told her that he wouldn't have come alone in that case. He would have marched them in and pointed to his name. LOOK! Dad's got a weirdo flavor names after him by this ice cream chef. Kissed his wife. Ordered 3 and moved along.
Instead, he was halfway through his cone, shooting the shit. So she didn't ask.
"Not anything intense. Orbs in pictures and spine-tingling, whispers maybe." A shrug then, shoulders up to her ears. "Everyone has that moment of panic walking alone or flying up the basement stairs because you had some bolt of fear. A sprint back to safety and you really aren't sure if something was there or if it was just your imagination."