Tag: haunted house

• your hand in mine

  

  It wasn’t my first time through a haunted house. It was Halloween weekend and some friends and I had decided to visit a local scare house, one that promised to scare our socks off, if we followed the course, of course. We walked past caged monsters and shrieking zombies, mummies with searching arms and mazes…

  bricejohnson

  June 24, 2014

  From the Theologian’s Chair, Poet’s Perspective, Social Commentary

  anxiety, Christianity, comfort, fear, God, Halloween, hands, haunted house, Jesus, peace, sherlock holmes