Though we feel cursed, we are truly blessed…

So, I have come to the conclusion that I am Halloween cursed.

For some reason or another, Halloween just never really seems to happen for me. I always get excited for Halloween; I claim Halloween is my favourite holiday! But the likely reason for this is because I am still yet to really celebrate a Halloween properly, so I live in constant hope of each year being great.

As a child I would get jealous because other kids would go out trick or treating and I would be stuck at home because my mum didn’t believe in it. “It’s begging,” she’d say. I guess it kind of is, but begging for sweets is socially acceptable, mother!

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I have been trick or treating a grand total of once in my life, when I was about 12 years old. Two friends and I went trick or treating around their village, as my mum was ok with it because everybody knew each other in the village. It’s not begging if you’re begging from people you know, you see…

Anyway, that trick or treating session resulted in being chased out of a driveway by a man in a mask who appeared from behind us when we rang the doorbell. Well played, sir.

So, I spent most of my Halloween nights watching scary films, until I became old enough to out grow trick or treating and don a pair of devil horns to attend a club (underage), and claim that as my costume. Now that night was fun, albeit scary for totally different reasons…but other than that Halloween has generally been slightly underwhelming.

One year I spent a grand total of half an hour in town (dressed as a sailor because, you know, sailors are ‘Halloween-ey’ *cough* slut), before having to take my friend to the emergency room because she collapsed in the bar. Halloween got generally brushed over for a couple of years for goodness knows what reasons, then last year I had to miss out due to an important audition I had 2 days later. Luckily, that worked out because I got the job, but it made me determined to not miss out on Halloween 2015 for the same job again, even if rehearsal was due to start at 7.30am the following day. But alas, it was not meant to be…

This year I was excited to be a part of a group costume theme: ‘Clue’ (the board game/the film/maybe ‘Cluedo’ to some Brits), and we as the Entertainment department of the ship, were in charge of arranging the crew Halloween party. I spent the night before the party spray painting and deforming ‘heads’ for decorations, and spent $100 on my costume (Mrs White with the rope). On the night, I donned the wig, I put on the dress and added all the glittery things to my makeup, and turned up to the party ready to help set up the venue and rock Halloween properly for the first time.

Within 10 minutes of being at the venue, I was stood minding my own business, when suddenly something popped in the back of my thigh and I felt a stinging sensation. Going to touch what I assumed must have been a bite, I felt a large lump in the back of my leg and freaked the hell out! That had never happened before, it was not normal, and my leg felt odd. People around me were concerned and I had to go immediately to the medical centre where I was told my hamstring may have potentially torn. The biggest fluke ever considering I was literally stood up, doing nothing at all.

I spent the rest of the night in tears, not only disappointed that I would not get to enjoy the night with all my friends, but also terrified that it could be a serious injury that, at this critical time in my job, could have cost me my job.

The Halloween curse struck again!

Thankfully, following a check up the next day, the senior doctor diagnosed the swelling in my leg as a burst blood vessel as I now had a huge bruise. (Still pretty bizarre that a blood vessel would burst so spectacularly in my leg, but ten times better than a torn hamstring would have been!)

Anyway, the point of my story is that whilst I was wallowing in self pity on the night it happened, afraid that I was cursed and this was potentially going to be the end of my journey on the ship, I realised how very blessed I am. It takes a curse to make you realise how blessed you are, also.

The number of my cast members who left the party to come to my room to check up on me, without me telling or asking anybody, was touching. People came round to check that I was ok, to comfort me and give me their well wishes; all concerned that I was injured. And to top it all off, all of my fellow ‘Clue’ members, (despite how drunk Colonel Mustard was), came to my hallway to take a group picture with me, so that even though I couldn’t be a part of the party, I still felt like a part of their night as originally intended.

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I am so very lucky to know caring, wonderful people, and I am thankful that the Halloween curse didn’t hit me so hard that I had to leave the ship. I need this last month of the contract to treasure every moment with my cast because I will miss them ridiculous amounts when we part ways. I am blessed to have had the chance to call you all my friends.

Happy Halloween!

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Elisha is a singer-actress and blogger from Yorkshire, England. She loves chocolate, wine, dogs, food, reading, travelling, and sunny afternoons in beer gardens! She is a self proclaimed 'terrible baker'. (Don't eat her stuff!)

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