It Started With the Donut

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It’s a Mummy

It’s a donut.

Its a Mudo.

And in case you’re wondering.

Yes the Mudo was good, wonderful in fact

-especially the eyes.

They were crunchy.

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Some people have an eye for art, or talent, some people even have an eye for spotting trouble.

I have an eye for great grave sites.

I know, it IS pretty special.


Deck The Halls

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This is year my favorite Halloween decorations- the high end ones that they use in haunted houses- have turned out to be the ones that involve Aliens and Morgues.

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I guess I’m drawn to these props because I’m a Science Geek and I know my way around an embalming room.

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So what do I find the most disturbing about these sets and props? What is it about them that gives me the chills, gives me nightmares, makes me scream ( just a bit) when they come to life and scream and moan and jump at me with their mechanical arms and jaws desperately working before there power is cut off?

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I’ll be honest- that’s not my reaction at all.

My reaction is to look around and make sure nobody is watching me smile.

But I am smiling.

And I’m laughing.

I can’t help myself, sometimes.

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Golly Gee! It’s That Time of The Year


Four days ago it seemed like Halloween was light years away and every once and awhile the Universe would mock me and a little ping would show up on my radar.

You know, something pumpkin or ghost related would turn up on a shop shelf, or I’d come across a Halloween themed music CD in my collection.

But of course that moment would be gone- the decoration was old and shopworn and probably made it out of the stockroom on accident and the CD would get put back in with the rest of the CD’s that I listen to in the Fall and I’d go back to listening to Robert Johnson or Tom Waits ( who can keep my Macabre self happy year round).

“I hate Summer, ” I’d pout and eventually I’d work my way into a rage of sorts.

“Halloween is never going to get here, never!” I’d scream into my Summer filled world that was full of flip flops, tanned sweaty skin and cold refreshing drinks.

And then a few days ago I was dating my Manifest and Transfers at work. I looked at the date. I checked the calander on my phone, I checked it on my computer and then I went into full Scrooge Mode:

” I don’t know what to do! I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a school-boy. I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to every-body! A happy New Year to all the world! Hallo here! Whoop! Hallo!”

– A Christmas Carol

Go ahead and substitute Halloween, but you get the picture.

It was September 1st and my Jack O Lantern, Halloween was 60 days away and on top of it we get a Friday the 13 in October which like a reward for having to suffer through the rest of the unfun seasonal days I have to suffer through to get to Autumn and Winter.

I wanted to pull out my Halloween Decorations, I wanted to take out my Halloween Music I want to jump into the black sky of Fall Nights and swim until I can’t swim and I drown in an ocean of cold winter stars with only the Harvest Moon for company.

Of course I pull myself up short because somethings are meant to be savored and Halloween and the long dark winter nights that will follow it are meant to be savored.

I’ve traveled a long way to get here-

Now it’s time to enjoy myself, to celebrate, to join the shadows that will be here soon.

One Night


Our neighborhood doesn’t get any Trick or Treaters anymore.

We haven’t had visits from ghosts or vampires or werewolves or mummies or a single witch for years.

Kids go to the Mall or to festivals. The houses around the Festivals get a lot of Trick or Treaters- but no the rest of us.

We all just sit around and eat candy that no one collects and we don’t even bother to carve pumpkins anymore.


On my way home from the movies, I asked Luis:

” Don’t you think it’s strange not to see a single Devil or Pirate or toilet paper streaming down from a tree or two?”

He said  it did seem odd.

” I think it’s depressing. Not a single costumed monster or little kids dressed up like food or candy.”

I searched through my purse and found my mints. Mints calm me when I start to feel stressed.

” One night, one night where anyone can be anything they want and be rewarded for it. I despair for humanity.”

Luis said he saw my point.

” I love Halloween so. ” I said and then I popped another mint and rolled the window down and let the crisp night chill my bones a little.


When we got home our street was pumpkinless, decoration free, there wasn’t a ghoul or a zombie or a hippie to be seen.

” I guess that’s it for tonight. What a bust. Guess we can turn in for the evening.” I pouted.

” We could still go out, ” Luis said touching my cheek which began to grow wider as my jaw grew heavier and fine silver whisps of fur began to spread from my forehead down my throat to my widening rib cage.

” I’d stick out like a sore thumb. One night. I used to have one night o go out and be like everybody else. People suck. I hope they all get brain rot from their cellphones.”

I got out of our car and slammed the car door shut,  and  then I dropped to my knees and fell forward.

I let out a howl.

Then I sadly trailed up the walk to our door,  dragging my tail behind me.

Halloween Is Fun at SLF

I have this cauldron  at my workstation in my warehouse-

Halloween Treats For My Co-Workers!


I know I  am such a giver….however

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Sorry Guys,

The PEZ are for display purposes only and by the time you get to work the  PEZ candy will be gone and the Pez Dispensers will be under lock and key.

Can’t have a treat without a trick.