An' things that go bump in th' night...
Time and health issues got between me and my efforts at doing something special for my favorite holiday, and now I'm out of time. Enjoy your holiday, however you choose to celebrate it.
Your humble author begging for loose change in front of the crypt of the founders of Burdines, a recently-departed Florida department store whose festering corpse is currently animated by the spirit of some soulless NYC company.
I will be volunteering at the Asylum this evening. (It's fitting, since that was the name given my first apartment.) Should you be attending, please say hello. I'll be providing free brain exchanges to those too... infected... to continue.
A loose pile of personal effects found on a nearby grave site. Abandoned forever? No, I suspect not. Just... resting.
Remember, no matter the trappings of ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggity beasties, Hallowe'en remains our sole holiday devoted to the glory of the human imagination. Celebrate wisely. Even in the mind's eye, things seen cannot be unseen.
Happy Hallowe'en.
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