Halloween

Halloween Haunts: On Being a Halloween Expert by Lisa Morton   "How did you become a Halloween expert?" At this point in my life, I can't begin to tell you how many times I've answered that question; I can't even tell you how many times I've done it over the last few months. We might as well get it out of the way here: I never planned to be a Halloween expert, and really fell into it almost by accident. Back around 2001, I'd just finished a film book for the publisher McFarland & Co., Inc. and because we'd had…

Halloween Haunts: The Wolf Girl of Portsmouth, Rhode Island by L. E. Daniels   “‘Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!’” That’s Dad, performing Bram Stoker in a well-oiled accent. Howls rolled slowly across the walls and I felt each one weave up the legs of my chair and along the rungs of my ribs. Secretly, I levitated at the kitchen table. Every Halloween through the seventies and eighties, Dad propped speakers against the windows and the needle crackled with The Language and Music of the Wolves. One side is narrated by Robert Redford…but the…

Halloween Haunts: The Last Trick or Treat by Alison Armstrong The last time I went trick or treating was the moment I realized my childhood was fading. Every year I looked forward to the magic of Halloween, a time when monsters (Dracula, the Wolfman, and their ilk) emerged from their protective lairs and roamed the neighborhood streets in childlike form. Often nearby cousins would join me in the celebration. Afterwards, as we gathered at my house and compared our sugary loot from the evening, we would start planning our next year’s costume. Much more than the candy I collected, however,…

Halloween Haunts: How to be Safe in the Cemetery by Loren Rhoads   One foggy summer day, I explored the historic cemeteries a mile outside of Pescadero, California. The grass was ankle-high on the Protestant side, but over my knees on the Catholic side. Holes the size of juice glasses riddled the ground, but I never saw a mouse or gopher poke his head out. Where there is prey, there will be predators. I kept an eye out for snakes. When I could, I walked on the graves’ copings. I’d nearly finished my exploration and was headed cross-country down the…

Halloween Haunts: Our Love Story as Told by Halloween by Jessica Hobbs   As my husband and I approach our anniversary of seventeen years together – an unusually long time for a pair of artists still in their 30s – I can’t help but look back on all we’ve been through, from touring gigs to Hollywood dreams to a broken marriage healed through tenacity and witchcraft, and notice how Halloween tells the story of the people we’ve become.   There are no seasons in Los Angeles. For some, the mild climate is the point of living here, but for me,…

Halloween Haunts: The Ghost with the Ruby, Ruby Lips by Naching T. Kassa   A few years ago, during Halloween Haunts, I shared one of my most favorite scary stories with you. It was, “The Ghost with One Bloody Finger.” https://horror.org/halloween-haunts-the-ghost-with-one-bloody-finger-by-naching-t-kassa/). In that post, I talked about my love of scary stories and how the kids in my small, rural elementary school loved it. I also mentioned two other stories. The first was an oldie but a goodie, “The Man with the Golden Arm,” and the other was today’s story, “The Ghost with the Ruby, Ruby Lips.” I learned this…

Halloween Haunts: Licensing on Halloween by Rosemary Thorne   Children are not the only ones going door to door setting up dealings on Halloween. There are sorcerers too, knocking on the darkest gates of all realms to renew their practicing licenses. If you pay the right attention, you will see us running up and down not as cheerful as candy-holders: the endeavours we must carry out on that night are hideous, hair-raising, abominable. Those are the mandates of the Ones behind the veil in its thinnest. I usually take my time to anticipate events and make calculations to have everything…

Halloween Haunts: A Halloween Poem by Maxwell I Gold     The Castle Ephialtes By: Maxwell I. Gold   A stronghold built at the peak of my contemptuous thoughts; haunted delusions fused together like steel rods composed that most ancient structure built when man’s waning primordia waxed soft under a dim moonlight. Always the keep loomed tall and great, swaying ever so gently in the black muted night, teasing me to approach its haughty gates. Walls climbed treacherously high, bristled tops of cracked stone and chipped marble stacked over one another like forgotten corpses trampled by the feet of armored…

HALLOWEEN HAUNTS: INTERVIEW WITH A HORROR-LOVING CHILD by Eric J. Guignard and Devin Guignard   I sat down to write this blog post, and—as I do before any writing—I read a bit on the subject matter, what others before me have written about. I wanted to put out something different that hadn’t been covered by other HWA members, and so as I skimmed through the blog posts I noted similar themes, many looking back at Halloween myths and family traditions and sweet memories. Man, I’ve got a lot of those too, and reading of others’ past experiences brought a number…

Halloween Haunts: Thing That Make You Go “Hmmm…” by L. Marie Wood We speak of the dead in past tense and positives. We dress for them in ceremony and as protection. We offer them food, plant trees in their honor, name celestial clusters after them. We ameliorate, machinate, gyrate, lie prostrate in the hopes that we can appease them, calm their souls so they favor us, smile on us… do any and all so they don’t haunt us. But what do they think? Do the dead balk when considering Samhain?  Do they smile at our ignorance to think that we…

Halloween Haunts: A Halloween Wedding in the Cemetery by Denise Dumars   A remembrance of Meg (Susan) Groeling, 1949-2023   Last October I officiated a wedding between two horror writers: Ashley Dioses and K.A. Opperman. It had a Gothic theme, held in a beautiful forest setting. I’ve officiated weddings in various places, but as yet I have not officiated a wedding on Halloween itself. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t attended a wedding on Halloween. I have attended one, and it was performed in a local cemetery. At midnight. “Old Sunnyside” is the common name for the Long Beach Municipal…

Halloween Haunts: It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year by Lara Frater I would like to take you back to a magical time. Before streaming and when few had cable. We only had 7 channels and the extras PBS ones were snowy and British. Where computers meant the Commodore 64, and VCRs were high tech. This was the late 70s/early 80s. Okay, not such a magical time. Actually, kind of a messed up time. If a Gen Xer or Boomer tells you the 80s were the good old days, they are liars. I grew up in a suburb of…