|I was supposed to be Vincent Price from The Tomb of Ligeia.|
But then my wife went as a ghost bride, coopting me into her groom
in the process. Sneaky way to get a couple's costume.
These past few days of dragging my feet are partly for decompression reasons. Unpacking. Remembering routines. Organizing all my photos and notes. But it’s also because I don’t want to cap off this year’s strange, strange Halloween Season. It’s rough calling it over. I’ve never had a Halloween Season like this one. Never had an October like this one. Never had any month like this past one.
But we did it. My family and I lived for all of October—31 days—in Halloween City itself—Salem, Massachusetts, all culminating in a record-breaking Halloween where 100,000 people flocked to the Witch City.
It was glorious.
And I can’t tell you too much about it. Because it has to go in the book.
It was a season of seasons, though.
We also got a little personal with how I became a horror fan and offering you a peek into my private Ray Bradbury collection. We learned about Halloween dog food, met Jerry the hearse driver, reinvented Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure as a Halloween movie, discovered where Jack Skellington is buried, introduced one of my favorite graves in all New England, and celebrated five years of the Halloween Season blog. And despite the Salem focus, we even got some Sleepy Hollow love in there.
But so many things that I experienced and observed in October I need to save for the Salem book or for next year’s OTIS Halloween Season when I’m marketing the Salem book. Like Halloween night. Winter Island. Listening to ghost stories at Thackery Binx’s cabin. The New England Pirate Museum. Costume parties. The epic quest to find carving pumpkins on October 30 when everything was stocked for Christmas.
|Man, do I need to tell you about this day.|
|I reserve the right to use this photo again and again and again and again.|
But the camaraderie you guys gave me and mine along the way was great. Thanks everybody who followed along on the socials or hit up the website. Those who shared the posts with friends and strangers. Those who came to visit me in Salem or who accidentally ran into me randomly in the street.
I don’t know how writing this book will go over the next four months. I’ll need to kindle some small flame of Halloween even while celebrating dead turkeys and dead trees and burials of snow. I’ll figure that out.
But I do know this: I have never been this ready for Christmas in my entire life.
Happy Halloween to all of you, late as it is. We’ll do it again come 2016. After all, we don’t want to waste these few precious years that rhyme with the name of the holiday.