I recently read My Heart Is a Chainsaw by Stephen Graham Jones. A coming-of-age story told using slasher film tropes, with real-world horror just below the surface. And it got
If I could celebrate Halloween anywhere in the U.S., I’d be in Rochester, Minnesota, this Saturday night for the Creepy Doll Cocktail Party. I love a good scare, and dolls
You don’t have to drink alone. I love my dog. But her objections to my sartorial ministrations have been a disappointment, especially at Halloween. If only she could be like
There are no monsters in your closet. Or under the bed. But what sort of creatures prowl the forests and lurk beneath wild waters? Kentucky has its share of Bigfoot
Urban legends are the spooky stories told around the campfire and in the darkened rooms of tween slumber parties. Some like The Hookman and Bloody Mary have been around since
Haunted Houses and Terror Trails have been Halloween staples for years. During the tween years, my friends and I went to as many as possible over the spooky season, shrieking
You don’t have to drink alone. I love Halloween, it’s my favorite holiday, just one more thing Covid 19 has ruined for me. But, if there’s one bright spot, it’s