
Halloween Haunts: Everybody is a Book of Blood
By B.R. Yeager
Each October, we immersive ourselves in narrative. Yes, yes—those classic and cult films, those new and beloved books. I don’t need to tell you. Search “best Halloween movies” and Google spits out 186 listicles before asking you to be more specific. Search “best Halloween books” and you get roughly the same result. But an important aspect of this month gets neglected: narratives come unglued from consumerist machinery to spill out into the rest of life.
We tell each other stories.
One particular house in my neighborhood sticks out: it’s an average bungalow, apart from a large …