HAPPY HALLOWEEN! BWA-HA-HA-HA!
I hate what corporate America has done to Halloween.
The ancient Celts, who started the tradition, believed that every October 31 there appeared a tear in the curtain between the worlds of the living and the dead, who were able to slip back through. What began as a way to remember the dead (and acknowledge where we’re all headed) has long been turned into yet another vacuous marketing ploy: ads starting in September, monster push on tacky costumes and Type II diabetes triggering crap — I’m looking at you Candy Corn.
Despite all that, I’d like to pass along a little story I came across for this All Hallow’s Eve.
Some who know me will claim, falsely I must state here, that several places in the story seem suspiciously, nay, creepily like the truth. I beg you not to make that same mistake. It will have dire (I said dire!) consequences.
Join me, won’t you? If you dare, buckle up, hold onto your seat, because here comes the…
Thanks for watching.
And to all on this foreboding All Saint’s Eve, I wish you…a good night?