Well hello there, my frightfully fatigued friends! It’s your old pal Murray, writing once again from the cozy depths of VermontBedrooms.com here in Rutland — the only place where nightmares end and sweet dreams begin. (Unless, of course, you forget to brush your teeth before bed… then you’re on your own, kid.)
Now, I love Halloween. Always have. It’s the one day of the year when my wrinkles fit right in, and no one questions why my head looks slightly… puffy. But this year, as I shuffled into Vermont Bedrooms to wish everyone a Happy Halloween, I swear I felt something spooky in the air — and it wasn’t just my blood sugar dropping from too many fun-size Snickers.
You see, after closing hours, something mysterious happens in the showroom. Don’t ask me how I know, but I’ve heard the faint squeak of adjustable bases rising on their own. Pillows shifting slightly when no one’s around. The Tempur-Pedics whispering to the Sertas about who has better lumbar support. (Spoiler: they both do.)
And over in the corner? The brand-new Skechers mattresses — yes, those sneaker folks again — seem to be plotting something. I heard one of them mumble, “We’re the most comfortable in the room,” like a villain in a bedtime story. I’m not saying they’re haunted, but let’s just say if your mattress starts glowing blue and offering you arch support at midnight, maybe light a candle.
But here’s the real fright of Halloween — not the ghosts, ghouls, or even the pumpkin spice overdose. It’s sleeping on an old mattress. You know, the one that creaks like a haunted house every time you roll over. The one that’s sagging worse than my posture after a meatloaf dinner. My friends, that’s the true terror of October.
Luckily, the folks at Vermont Bedrooms are mattress exorcists — experts in banishing bad sleep. Whether you’re looking for memory foam that hugs you tighter than your Aunt Doris, or an innerspring that bounces back better than my hair after a static shock, they’ve got it. And if you visit their Rutland showroom, you’ll find beds so cozy, you might forget to go trick-or-treating altogether. (Don’t worry, I’ll save you a Snickers. Maybe.)
So this Halloween, I say skip the ghost stories and tell yourself a bedtime story instead — one where you wake up rested, your back doesn’t sound like bubble wrap, and you’re not haunted by your mattress’s mysterious lumpy past.
Stop by Vermont Bedrooms, where the only spirits you’ll encounter are in the décor. Tell ‘em Murray sent you — the puppet with the cobweb in his hair and the best nap schedule in the state.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a date with a pumpkin pie and a power nap. From all of us — and all our un-haunted mattresses — at VermontBedrooms.com, here’s wishing you a Happy Halloween full of sweet dreams, cozy covers, and zero spooky squeaks.