Halloween Haunts 2013: The Old Stories Return by James Chambers
October raises dark dreams of chill breezes and the aroma of dead leaves. Dreams of streets and houses, dead black in silhouette against sunset’s orange and indigo skies. Twilight dreams. Memories of things that never existed. Things we obsessed over in childhood when the ritual of donning a Halloween costume and trick-or-treating meant more than simply harvesting candy because it still seemed possible when we were young that on Halloween the supernatural might reveal itself. Ghosts might drift through the air and shadows come alive. Lights might appear in abandoned houses. Black, driverless cars might cruise down the road beside…


