I ran across an article while reading one of my five morning newspapers (online) that mentioned Slender Man-- a fictional character that inspired a ghastly murder committed by some twisted teenage girls-- teenage girls are downright frightening all by themselves. I don't scare easy and I appreciate when its done well, this character is very clever (with respect to the family of the poor murder victim of course).
Last Halloween (or was it the year before) colleges were on lockdown because people were dressing as scary clowns. A town in Oregon went berserk when someone dressed as The Slender Man and walked around. More than one clown got beaten up, which I don't think is a crime unless it's a muslim clown and then it becomes a hate crime I would assume.
I'm not shocked to read about this. Not too long ago a town near us was nearly locked down because some wild turkeys had decided they'd had enough and started attacking pedestrians. A turkey, especially a wild one, can grow pretty large and present a real threat to folks, especially if that Turkey is an escape from a Perdue Farm and spent his downtime lifting.
I myself would not be threatened or frightened by clowns, slender men or turkeys, but then I carry a gun. Makes things a lot easier to be not afraid of.
The story and the image brought me back to a visit to Salem one Halloween eve, I don't think it was Halloween itself but it was right up against it-- it was cold and rainy and the streets were deserted and a little bit foggy. Veronica and I had gotten separated and I found myself following the magic glow of a tv screen from a side street where I encountered a bookstore which had set up a video in the window and put the speakers outside...
BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN is a perfect Halloween movie. It's a perfect movie, period, and actually more a black comedy than a horror film but it's suitably gothic and moody for such an occasion and I stood outside in the light rain and watched a few minutes of it. The shopkeeper came outside and led me inside taking me by the arm where he brought me to a big overstuffed chair that sat next to a raging fire. He had a second screen showing the movie inside the store and he brought me over a heaping cup of hot liquid (I think it was cider but I don't remember for sure) and an apple donut and set both down on the table next to me.
What a memory-- it's as foggy as the night was, and I'm sure I ended up spending a few hundred dollars at his shop both to repay his kindness and because I just love bookstores but it was at least 3/4 of the way through the movie before Veronica found me. This was in the years before our phones could smartly locate each other.
What a great Halloween, and as I look at the countdown calendar we are under 200 days until the next one, and only a short week or so away from Brimfield as this posts.
We made it through the tragic 180 days of winter and finally, finally have reached Spring.