I don’t willingly ingest spooky stuff, so I’m often conflicted during October.

I savor the change of the season, and I get a kick out of watching other people get excited about Halloween.

I’ll get down with breath-taking make-up designs, crazy costumes, cleverly carved pumpkins, and even the orange winter squash ending up in a variety of dishes (although the pumpkin spice ravioli may be a bit much for me).

But the I-want-to-be-scared-until-I-pass-out-or-cry-or-lose-control-over-my-bladder aspect never appealed to me.

I never understood the thrill of being scared as a treasured tradition, but I don’t judge anyone for liking it.

Just don’t put me in the crossfire.

For example, some stores have animatronics that activate when you pass by. I just want everyone to know, children aren’t the only ones frightened by those things.

Monstrous masks, gory prosthetics, or candies shaped like body parts can make me physically nauseous.

During my in-laws’ last Halloween Cake Contest a couple of years ago, my pastry chef husband created what I considered to be quite a masterpiece.

It was a 3D goblin cake. This cake creature was completed with glassy eyes, slimy skin, oily-looking hairs, and fangs. It was an ugly little beast, and all of it was 100 percent edible.

I also need to stress that the cake was a red velvet one — a favorite of mine.

But I couldn’t eat it. Not a nibble. I couldn’t even look at it for too long.

The believable look of the skin had my stomach rebelling.

That’s how squeamish I am.

In my time on this Earth, I’ve watched three horror films, one on purpose, one which terrified me so badly I left the theatre and never saw the end, and the last one I was tricked into watching it.

By the time I realized what was watching, I was too terrified to leave the room, so I curled up in a ball, eyes squeezed shut with my ears covered for the duration of the film.

I tried mentally singing every annoying song I could remember, but I could still hear the horrific plot over my mental hums of Lamb Chops’ “The Song That Never Ends.”

I’ve been to one haunted house.

I spent most of the time clinging to the shirt of the person in front of me, my face buried in his or her back. I cannot remember if I knew the person or not.

All I knew is I wanted my parents the moment the room went dark, so I latched onto whoever was in front of me and cried the entire tour.

I was 21 years old at the time.

Now, with all that being said, I want to say this: Support the 5th Annual 5K Zombie Fun Run at Seabourne Creek Park this weekend.

Starting at 8 o’clock in the morning on Oct. 23, H.O.P.E. — Hispanics Offering People Education — is once again hosting its zombie-themed event, which is foremost a scholarship fundraiser. Organizers are encouraging the public to walk, jog or run, donned in their best zombie costume. The cost to participate is $25 on the day of the fundraiser.

H.O.P.E. is a local nonprofit organization dedicated to raising funds to offer scholarships to Fort Bend County students who want to pursue higher education.

As a college student who was awarded a three-year scholarship from The George Foundation, I can say this kind of financial aid can make a significant difference in a pupil’s life.

And the more support we — this community — pour into these efforts, the more young lives we can assist, encourage and uplift.

So while I may not get into the more eerie side of the month, but I’m always down for a worthy purpose in my community.

Reach Marquita Griffin at mgriffin@fbherald.com. Learn more about H.O.P.E. at www. hopefortbend.org.

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