Ghostly or Ghastly?

My cousin Sharon sent me the following:

You know you are too old to Trick or Treat when:

10. You get winded from knocking on the door.

9. You have to have another kid chew the candy for you.



8. You ask for high fiber candy only.




7. When someone drops a candy bar in your bag, you lose your balance and fall over.




6. People say: 'Great Boris Karloff Mask And you're not wearing a mask.

5. When the door opens you yell, 'Trick or...' And can't remember the rest.




4. By the end of the night you have a bag full of restraining orders.



3. You have to carefully choose a costume that won't dislodge your hairpiece.

2. You're the only Power Ranger in the neighborhood with a walker.



And the number one reason that tells you that your are to old to go Trick Or Treating:


1. You keep having to go home to pee.



What is on the agenda for you tonight? Going out to a party in costume? Staying home and giving the ghosts and goblins treats? If you are dressing up in costumes, tell us what you are wearing! Pictures are welcome!

I'm staying home and not only handing out treats but also I'm going to watch the USC vs. Oregon football game. I hand out full sized candy bars. It really is cheap insurance on my house. I've never had anything happen to my house on witches night. I owe that all to Snickers, Baby Ruth and Hersheys.

TODAY'S TRIVIA:

YESTERDAY'S ANSWER: Rita Dove.

I was born in 1655 and was executed in 1692. The owner of The Dahn Report lives not far from a city in Oregon that bears the same name of the city I was tried and executed in. I was described by the people of that city as being filthy, bad-tempered, and strangely detached from the rest of the village. I was often associated with the death of residents' livestock and would wander door to door, asking for charity. If the resident refused, I would walk away muttering under my breath. I maintained during trial that I was only saying the Ten Commandments. When asked to say the Commandments at my trial, I could not recite a single one. I was accused of my crime on February 25, 1692, when Abigail Williams and Betty Parris, related to the Reverend Parris, claimed to be under my influence. The young girls appeared to have been bitten, pinched, and otherwise tormented. They would have fits in which their bodies would appear to involuntarily convulse, their eyes rolling into the back of their heads and their mouths hanging open. When Reverend Parris asked “Who torments you?” the girls shouted out the names of townspeople, Tituba, Sarah Osborne, and myself. The trial started on March 1, 1692. When I was brought into the court room my accusers immediately began to rock back and forth and moan, seemingly in response to my presence. Others who testified in my trial claimed to have seen me flying through the sky on a stick. Even my husband testified against me, stating he had seen the Devil’s mark on my body, right below my shoulder. When I was allowed the chance to defend myself in front of the 12 jurors in the Village meeting house, I argued my innocence, proclaiming Tituba and Osborne were the real guilty parties. I was convicted and sentenced to death. I was pregnant with a second child at the time of my trial. I gave birth while awaiting my execution; the infant died shortly thereafter in the jail. On July 19, 1692 I was hanged along with four other women. While the other four quietly awaited their ill-fortuned death, I firmly proclaimed my innocence. I declared to my xecutioner: “You are a liar. I am no more a guilty than you are and if you take away my life God will give you blood to drink." 25 years later the executioner died from a severe brain hemorrhage, choking on his own blood. Who Am I?