Forget Mistletoeing and hearts glowing, for me it is all about the things that go bump in the night. We’re actually a little late getting started this year, as usually the decorations go up no later than the first of October. (Target might be the only place Halloweened before our house.) We go spooky inside and out. We generally add one new element every year, but we’re getting pretty full up at this point. There are something like six assorted gigantic tubs and boxes full of the fright makings stowed in our garage as we speak. The boxes will be dragged out tomorrow and our home will transform from cozy to creepsville. We’re not one of those “Everyday is Halloween” families, but for one month out of the year, our blood runs black and orange.
Our neighborhood is one of those neighborhoods where any holiday decorations go up and throw down like a gauntlet simultaneously. Luminaries across the street? Bring out the strobe light and fog machine. I will see your strung goblin lights and raise you skull candles that drip blood red wax and 800 yards of nylon spider webs. Your “Spooky Sounds” CD has nothing on our carefully crafted bone-chilling soundtrack. Legend has it that years back, one of our neighbors had an stunningly elaborate display that culminated every half hour with his costumed teenager leaping from a second story window. Not kidding. We don’t go that far, mostly because we try to stay out of the emergency room whenever possible, however you gotta hand it to that kind of effort. Seriously. High Salute.
Dude. Wait until I tell you about the neighbors I met tonight, with their FULL ON HALLOWEEN INSANITY. I have no words.