Happy Halloween faithful reader!
All Hallow’s Eve. Samhain. Halloween. The time of year that has always sparked an interest in the occult in me. My home is decorated in skeletons and spider webs. My yard has become a cemetery with a ghoul or ghost lurking about. The walk up has become a who’s who of cinematic serial killers, from Chucky, to Freddy, and Jason Voorhees to Michael Myers. With a slightly over-weight Werewolf thrown in to scare the kiddies. My days and nights filled with viewings of the original Universal monsters Frankenstein and Dracula or The Invisible Man and the Creature from the Black Lagoon.
These last couple of years has been different. I have found the allure of Halloween to be waning. I’m not sure if it is my age or health, both of which are just fine, by the way. I am thinking that my interests have finally matured beyond childish scares and spooks.
My children are in their teens and they have all but stopped going door to door begging for treats. My son has taken over as the Werewolf this year after previous years of insisting that I don the fur once more. They have even taken on the role of decorating the outside of the house! A job that had originated with me has been passed down to them. ‘Bout time! They have even started talking about which decorations they each want when they move out.
Maybe that’s it. Maybe I am dreading the day that my kids will no longer join in my fun at jumping out at the kids and getting the screams and squeals to echo in the neighborhood. My daughter loves to decorate, but has always shied away from the scaring. She would much prefer to go hang with her friends than her old man dressed in a dumb old costume scaring kids. Not that I blame her. It’s cold and sometimes rainy on Halloween Night. I dread the weather.
But you know, when the clock strikes 6pm on Halloween night and I hear the laughter and voices echoing in the neighborhood something seems to awaken. My son asked if I wanted to pass out candy with him.
How could I turn him down?
TTFN!