I almost got my head ran over and I loved it!

Maybe I shouldn't start this installment out with that announcement considering the true severity of the situation. I was indeed inches away from getting my head squished like a grape, but at the same time I am really not so upset about it because obviously it was not my time to go yet. I'm okay, despite a twinging hip and a few scrapes on my toes. Yoga is helping realign my pelvic girdle.
So I'll start from the beginning:
The Old fashioned Poisoned Candy show is coming up in October. This is the show the Nightingale has put on for the last 2 years. It is put on by the 50Swats Collective, a writing group. Several writers get together and write scary, funny, and creepy scenes and monologues and songs. Last year one of my assignments handed out by the mysterious Queen Bee was to write a song, I ended up being a deviled egg threatening the audience with my plastic pitchfork and singing about how terribly BAAAAD I was. I even had a chicklet chorus. This is a glimpse of how fun those shows have been for me.
A week ago there was a knock on my door. A sharp rapping, which scared me. I go and open my door and there is no one there but a manilla envelope with my name on it. A little spooked I snatched up the envelope and quickly shut and locked the door. In the envelope was a CD with a note attached "Confirm receipt" an email address was given. I put in the CD. It is instructions from the Hive to be at my home last Monday evening between such and such time for transport.
On the appointed day and in the appointed hour a long white van pulls up in front of my house. Out pop two masked figures in black robes. My friends Lynn and Robbo were with me. The mask figures come to the door and hand us masks and blind folds.
Once in the van and blindfolds are securely in place, we make are way to pick up about 15 of our friends. Performers and writers.
Our destination was a little old house with candles burning in the window. This is the point my head almost gets squished. I am the first one out of the van, the door opened up, we were instructed to remove our blindfolds and leave our masks on. The masks are those cheapie kind you can't really see out of. The door opened up and I step out of the van but as I'm stepping out the van starts rolling because it wasn't in park and I fall out. All I could see as I fell was white van and big tire. Apparently I rolled out of the way in the nick of time. My friends are scrambling around me to see if I'm okay and giving the thumbs up sign is not enough to show them I'm okay so I start laughing. Of course I'm going to fall out of a moving vehicle with a swollen knee and a thumb that is sore from to much kneading of muscle tissue. OF COURSE.
Inside we must sit around in a circle and share a fear we have. One by one we went up to get our writing assignment by looking in the mirror and saying our name three times. A dark figure crawled out of the closet and handed us our assignments in manilla envelopes.
My friends went all out for us to spook us and inspire creepy tales to come out of us. I know I'm a talented performer with a lot to offer and I sometimes question why I am in Oklahoma, of all places. If I get to create with friends like these, why would I want to be anywhere else? Even if they almost squish my head.