A very special Halloween edition of the Red Pen.
This year, we were the victims of a charming Halloween tradition of which MRP was not previously aware. Toilet papering the trees? Got that. Egging the front door? Got that. Did anyone else have “Cabbage Night”? Well, got that, too.
No, this year we were ghosted.
I think it will be fairly obvious what has stricken fear in the heart of MRP: The threat of “10 year’s of ghoulish bad luck”!
We didn’t ghost it forward, as it were — I hope that doesn’t mean that we’ll now be afflicted with apostrophe atrophy.