He told me that I was to wear it for the rest of the night and not to peek out or risk ruining my surprise. I cannot explain the rush of sensory overl...ad as I sat robbed of my sight trying to gain my bearings. Ron got me up and we danced a slow song. As the song ended I heard a Hispanic voice ask me for the next dance. Ron told the guy I was available and handed me off to a man with large hands and hairy arms. I wanted so bad to remove the mask but kept it on as I danced a fast salsa song with. Crazed. Michael leaned close to him, seething as he lowered the knife. “Because it would be too damn easy.”“Sit in that chair,” Michael snapped, motioning toward the chair that was to Rick’s right. “Now, before I change my mind.” His voice was agitated.Rick stood before Michael, holding his ground. He bristled as Michael stepped closer to him. “Don’t make me regret my decision,” he said, twirling the knife in his hands. “Now sit down.” His voice twisted into a snarl.“No more surprises out of. Just cool enough to bring a slight shiver now and then but warm enough that the zippered sweatshirts we were all wearing were quite enough. A light breeze was rustling the autumn leaves, now and then sending showers of the colored messengers to the already leaf covered ground. Higher up a faster moving wind was driving the clouds, carrying the hint that it might rain – or might not. Ron began a ghost story. It was one we had all heard before but that did nothing to detract from the effect. I. But Mr. Douglas, frustrated, said nothing more."As I was saying, there is one sure way to make sure no curse will find you." And he reached up, and pulled down a window blind he had on a roller on the side of his truck. Oliver Douglas read what was written on the window shade, and could not believe what was painted there, "Mr. Haney's Fine Inside-Out Haberdashery and Boutique"?" That's right!" he said proudly. "The finest you'll every see! Every item of apparel has been specifically sewn from.