It's getting closer and closer to one of my favorite times of the year. That would be October and all of its Halloween goodness. Also my best friends Birthday is right near the main event of October. I'd imagine as a child, having Halloween on your birthday is a gold mine.
I'm not a big horror movie watcher, I never actually did much in October in general.
Very few haunted houses, not a whole lot of apple picking, and I'm not a huge fan of pumpkins.
What I have done is I have picked up the leaves many, many times, unfortunately our 100ft tall tree had to be cut down for insurance reasons. I always wear hoodies in October through November, sometimes even in December. I love hoodies.
This still doesn't change the fact that around October time I really get into the the undead spirit of it all. I always enjoy myself during the month, with abundant Halloween specials, the creepy decorations and the fantastic selection of candy. I feel it's a time where it's good to be scared. Holding your breath when you pass a graveyard, avoiding ladders, trying not to bite finger nails, looking behind you when you're out late and walking all by your lonesome, dodging black cats, the nervousness when you see ravens, or crows.
The best coincidence, I must say, is Friday the 13th in October because I swear everyone who claims they do not believe in superstitions or old wives tales will believe for at least one day.
Even in everyday life, the world seems to have this strange obsession with avoiding the 13th number, which is an ill fated number that just happens to be beyond completeness.
The last time Friday the 13th appeared in October on the calendar would be in 2006. I remember that day, the school seemed to hide in itself and everyone was holding their breathe, just waiting for something unearthly to happen. I think at one point, my mind played a trick on me, because I swear I saw something in the forest. The next time the 13th will come around in October is in 2017.
This year, fright is affecting me rather early. I want to play Silent Hill and Fatal Frame. I really want to take photographs of suspicious places and edit them to look even creepier. Much like I did last year. Last year I was still on livejournal. Last year I was very busy and I did nothing of interest. Worst October ever. This year, I'm hoping to make the most of the 31 days available to me. October is a time of nights. After 6pm, the fun starts. Well, that's how it was when I was growing up.
On that note, Halloween is an unfortunate dying tradition. At least where I live it is.
Almost 10 years ago. Everyone on my neighborhood had their porch lights on during Halloween, everyone had decorations, all the kids wore costumes and on top of everything, everyone knew each other. Literally, I'd walk a few blocks away from my house and I'd be saying hi to my classmates and they'd point me in the direction of their house so I could get more candy. One year I had three pillow cases full of candy, my own trick-or-treat bag was filled long before I made it to the big houses.
Halloween as a child was more like a strategy game. Get a group of friends, find a map of the city, mark your route so that you hit all the houses of people you know and get the 'good' houses in there and mark the end of the night at your friends house so that everyone can stay together for one last little party, before everything turns back to normal.
Even if it's been 7 years since I last went trick-or-treating and 5 years since I last put on a costume, I'm very emotionally attached to Halloween. It could the fact that I can be insanely creepy and no one would judge me. Or even because I love the macabre and vaudeville. Creepy circuses and old deserted fun houses.
I wish I was a kid one day every year on Halloween.
No comments:
Post a Comment