This past week I've seem to run into a theme. At a time of year when my focus is usually centered around ghouls and goblins, I've found my focus diverted to love. Yep, of all crazy things, Love. Well, since we all know one can't stop love, I decided to just roll with it and feed the frenzy. Here are two of Love's most recent stories that are too worthy to ignore.
"Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'awl's neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the Thriller"
~ Vincent Price
Quite possibly my favorite month.
There's just something about the autumn hues and crisp sunsets;
the bone-chilling ghost stories and preparation of costumes...
pic by dpb
From its vibrant colors to its lure of candy, October is filled with some amazing sights, incredible designs and even more spooktacular superstitions.
Here are my top five favorite beliefs of the holiday:
5. One Halloween superstition derives from an old English tale. It cautions that you should never look at your shadow in the moonlight on the eve of Halloween or you will be the next to haunt a graveyard. (Yikes!)
4. If you see a spider on Halloween, it is believed to be the spirit of a loved one watching over you. (Try not to stomp on it.)
3. A Gaelic Halloween superstition suggests that all souls in Purgatory are released for 48 hours on All Hallows Eve. (This easily explains all of the haunted sightings reported this time of year.)
2. Masks and costumes became a sort of camouflage for humans on Halloween and are supposedly used to confuse the spirits of the dead who roam the earth on this night. (Especially those sexy little numbers like French Maids and Sassy Devils.)
1. The time of year when the veil between the worlds of the living and the dead is at its thinnest. (Nothing to joke about here.)