She’d like it if people raise their eyebrows and believe something is seriously wrong with her.
So she said on an October afternoon as she tinkered with a flashing red object in a jar labeled ‘heart of bat.’
Judging by her preparations two weeks before her Halloween party, Becker is well on her way to achieving the reaction she seeks.
Becker, 36, is hosting her third Halloween party in four years on Saturday night, and the cauldron of ideas in her head is bubbling over.
Her decoration collection alone would rival any Halloween
superstore: stuffed snakes from a taxidermist, a blood-splattered chainsaw that plays loud whirring noises, and rubbery body parts with bones jutting out are just a few of the ghoulish items that bring a smile to Becker’s face.And surely the decapitated heads in her foyer are deterring any would-be thieves in her Columbia Heights townhouse.
“I don’t have to go insane,” she said, “but if I do have life-size mummies in the living room, it’s fun.”
