{"id":2515,"date":"2020-10-29T09:56:20","date_gmt":"2020-10-29T16:56:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ideajones.com\/?p=2515"},"modified":"2020-10-29T09:56:20","modified_gmt":"2020-10-29T16:56:20","slug":"a-halloween-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ideajones.com\/?p=2515","title":{"rendered":"A Halloween Story"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-resized\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ideajones.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/Halloween-Post-Card-Instagram-Ideajones.png?resize=256%2C256&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-2517\" width=\"256\" height=\"256\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ideajones.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/Halloween-Post-Card-Instagram-Ideajones.png?resize=1024%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ideajones.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/Halloween-Post-Card-Instagram-Ideajones.png?resize=300%2C300&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ideajones.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/Halloween-Post-Card-Instagram-Ideajones.png?resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 150w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ideajones.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/Halloween-Post-Card-Instagram-Ideajones.png?resize=768%2C768&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ideajones.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/Halloween-Post-Card-Instagram-Ideajones.png?w=1080&amp;ssl=1 1080w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 256px) 100vw, 256px\" \/><figcaption><strong>Horror is a matter of perspective.<\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><br>Rough hands grab my skin, tearing it from my body. I groan as it is ripped away. As calluses abrade each new strip, I shudder, trying to hold myself together. There is life inside me. I must not give in to the pain, the pain, the pain. All is pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>One nail is slowly pried off and I cry, loud, noisy, no pride left, please, no! Inside me, my heart flinches as I vibrate from the grasping hands flaying me, yanking my nails away, and all I can think of is the life I keep safe within despite the pain. All is pain. Everything, everywhere, is pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The night is cold, so cold. Skinned as I am, the cold penetrates me. I am weakened, vulnerable. Within me, the life I strain to protect shivers and dreams of peace, of a time without the cold and the pain, but all that is not cold is pain. There is nothing anywhere but cold, and pain.<br>Pounding shakes me as pieces of new skin are forced onto me, nailed into place. With each blow, I tremble. My skeleton shakes as each nail is forced into me, but I stand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At last, new hands spread cool, soothing salve over my bruised body. My new skin is not yet so comfortable as it will be, but the pain gives way and I settle, wearily. From within, the life I guard creeps out to examine every inch of my new, wet skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The four-legged lives sniff me. One lifts his leg but I understand he is telling the world that I am his own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;They did a good job,&#8221; one of the two-legged ones says.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;For that amount of money, they should,&#8221; says another.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Still,&#8221; muses the first, &#8220;should last for years.&#8221; He pats me, gently, as if he were the one who was big and I the one who was small. &#8220;The house is good and solid again. I&#8217;m glad we got the new siding on and painted before it rains.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>That is the moment I understand. I have not been tortured. 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