October has arrived!
And with it comes my annual giddiness over the approaching holiday that holds my heart in its hands.
I’m speaking of Halloween, of course.
So many things to love about this time of the year- that first chill in the air after a hot month of August, the autumnal color show of reds, yellows and oranges, the smell of pumpkin guts as you carve the first jack-o-lantern, that sweet, synergistic scent of hundreds of freshly stocked candy bags greeting you as you turn on to the Halloween aisle at the local grocery store. The ghouls, the skeletons, the witches, the monsters! I absolutely love it all. As a tween and then later a teen, I loved the horror flicks (much to my dream life’s chagrin). I remember many a Friday night at my best friend’s house, eating pizza and watching obscure 80’s scary movies on cable. “Sleepaway Camp” (now, that was just weird), “The Dorm that Dripped Blood”, “Prom Night”– we loved them all. What is it about slasher movies that is so appealing? I don’t much care for them now. But I do still love me some Halloween fright. We have been gradually taking our Halloween decorum up a notch every year. The street we lived on last year almost demanded it.
Everyone there gets into the Halloween spooky spirit. On Halloween night, we all place portable fire pits in the driveways. This is where many would hand out their candy to the menagerie of ghosts, goblins and superheroes passing by. Inside the houses are food and drink prepared especially for the night. Parents trick or treating with their kids stop by for a quick bite and drink. Then off to the next house! Great times. Now that we are in a new house on the other side of town, I’m not sure what to expect. I’m hoping this side of town loves Halloween as much as the former.
In the spirit of my favorite holiday, I’m leaving you with a couple of stories. One is a spook-worthy story about a painting. But not just any painting. A HAUNTED painting (insert maniacal laugh here).
At least that’s what the owner says. Of course, I’m skeptical but that’s ok. Sometimes you just gotta go with it for the sake of all that is awesome about Halloween. I can do that. The story is about a painting titled “The Anguished Man.” Supposedly, it was painted with the blood of the artist. Ewwww. I first heard of this story from one of my favorite websites, Who Forted. Find this creepy story here.
Also, if you’re interested, here is an update on the story.
My next creepy as hell story is about a cave. But not just any cave. A HAUNTED cave (insert more maniacal laughter here). Take my word for it: haunted caves are the worst kinds of caves. This story is long but soo worth it. Make sure you read it during a rainy October night, when you are alone in the house and maybe a little drunk. Do you remember that movie “The Ring”? That’s all I’m gonna say………
Scary Cave Story. (sorry the site has so many freakin ads!)
Last but not least, I leave you with a hauntingly beautiful song about three butchers who like to steal little children who don’t listen to their mothers. I’ve already started playing this one for my almost three year old. Is that wrong? He’s tough. He can handle it. Plus, he’s already started exhibiting a propensity towards a love for the “scare”.
Must be in the DNA.
Wishing you a spooky October!