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My favorite part of the haunted house and hayride-with-no-hay in Elmira was when my youngest, now 15, had me by the coat (ouch! pulled out my hair) and said in a slightly high-pitched voice and various intonations: Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!
Spooky-wise my favorite things were the shadowy man who leaped down from the ceiling and kept appearing in my peripheral
Published on October 20, 2012 23:00