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Here’s some little known facts: 1) ghosts are mostly people who are sent back from the afterlife because they happened to die in that small, one-hour window of time just before clocks get set back, 2) the zombie population is comprised mostly of bad spellers, and 3) Hell sprung from the imagination of a Toledo, Ohio shoe salesmen, who for some baffling reason, continued to suffer a bad case of athlete’s foot even after his death.

    TAGS:  ghosts, zombies, Halloween, facts

So far I’ve broken up two fights, gotten homework done on time and enforced bedtime, all on the strength of the, “I have the power to take away all your Halloween candy” threat.

    TAGS:  candy, Halloween, power

Miss Jane wiped the splatters of blood and carvings of pumpkin from her broadsword, and, lifting the madwoman’s head from the ground, she looked into her dull eyes and said “I promised another that I would end your pain, so I hope you can consider this a civic duty.”

    TAGS:  Miss Jane, polite violence, blood, heads, justice, civic duty, Halloween, pumpkins

Bad taste :: pam

That Halloween, they found that the crime scene laid out on the front porch, including an outline of a witch spattered with ketchup blood, did not go over as well as they’d hoped, particularly when the church camp kids trooped by.

    TAGS:  bad taste, Halloween

Damon dressed as a zombie for Halloween - not a “Slow movin’, got time to run away” zombie; more like a “Chase after you and crash through windows unexpected-like” zombie.

    TAGS:  guest scriner, zombies, Halloween, Damon

“Best not to ask why they had to make these rules,” advised my daughter as I perused the permission slip for the school dance, exclaiming every once in a while over prohibitions such as “No Cross-Dressing”, “No Full Face Masks”, and “Chest-Area Decorations Must Be Fully Attached To Costumes”.

    TAGS:  cross dressing, Halloween, costumes, face masks

Halloween Night :: Br. Ezra

I had been to Koontz Manor many times before, but the charged atmosphere of Halloween and my adolescent imagination made the house seem more sinister than on those other nights.

    TAGS:  imagination, Halloween, haunted houses, Koontz Manor, Scary Houses

The musty air smelled of dead things, unkown dead things and creatures made of mold and alien spores; the musty smell of ancient, lingering nightmares feeding off the fright of young children looking for a visceral, hormonal thrill, like I had when I last walked through the decaying home with my cousin Jolene, all those Halloweens ago.

    TAGS:  aliens, Alien Spoors, Ancient Nightmares, nightmares, Halloween, Dead things, lines of horror, horror, spores, hormonal


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