Entries Tagged as 'Halloween'

Clown with a terrible name

Señor Terrible

I’m not usually into the whole evil clown kick. I really prefer werewolves.

But there’s a sort-of Captain Spalding vibe going on with this guy, so I figured I’d just let it develop. Brr, he gives me the creeps.

There’s a bait store on the edge of some small dusty town where this guy breeds crickets in a back room and watches Mexican wrestling on a beat up old black and white TV. The store has been closed for years; crates and shelves covered in mold, insects crawling on every inch of the counters, floors, and walls.

And there he sits at his sagging card table next to the back door. A single florescent light shines coldly above his sweating head. He mutters to himself and chuckles whenever a bug comes close enough for him to smash, sometimes eat. An ash tray overflows onto the floor where the cracked linoleum is dyed a creamy yellow from years of squashed cockroaches.

Señor Terrible. Completely crazy.

Sweet treats for little … tricks

I like vintage advertisements. They are a window into the past, curiosities that depict a world that is completely alien to anyone born after 1975.

Where “more doctors smoke Camels than any other cigarette”, and we drank the “slenderizing, lithiated lemon soda” called 7-Up, it was a place that I find fascinating.

Here are some fun, over-saturated Halloween ads I’ve been saving for a dreary Friday afternoon.

Grim of Grim Hollow

Wouldn’t you love to see the kids’ faces as they try to edge past this guy on their way up the driveway on Halloween night?

“I won’t look, I won’t look, I won’t look. If I don’t look at him he won’t look at me.”

Grim is the most terrible creation of the very terrible artist at Grim Hollow Haunt.

There’s something really attractive about the flow of motion here that suggests he’d happily swipe your head clean off your shoulders if you got too close. In fact, I bet that’s what we’re seeing here. He sweeps through the night collecting heads and turns them into Jack-o-lanterns to take back to his lair.

Brr…can you imagine what his place must look like? Shelves and book cases filled with burning Jack-o-lanterns stacked to the ceiling. Halls and caverns filled with them, whispering, smoldering, sputtering.

If that isn’t a great idea for a new story to add to the Halloween book I need to write someday, then I’m a pumpkin.

Visit Grim Hollow Haunt

Halloween Gothic

For 11 months out of the year, they’re just normal folks. Retired from the cabinet factory, he still plows 10 acres of corn and soy beans. She likes to volunteer a couple of days each week, sometimes at church, sometimes at the elementary school. Her apple dumplings are legendary.

There are always flowers in hanging baskets on their tidy front porch, and ranks of sunflowers along the garden and around the old hand pump in the side yard. They have a barn stuffed with hay that they sell to the neighbors, but if you’re in a bind, they’ll trade for eggs or milk. Or nothing. “God bless ye’ all the same,” he’ll say, and smile as he helps load your truck.

But something tells me that these two throw a killer Halloween party. You just know that the annual “All Hallows Eve Coffin Social and Limbo Contest” is a real scream of which Gomez Addams himself would approve.

With Labor Day weekend behind us, we’re now officially into the Halloween home stretch when basement, back-room, and garage shops all kick into high gear and anything that strays too close to the workbench/card/coffe table is in danger of getting paper mache’d in the frenzy. We look at the calendar and shake our collective head. September 2!? Already!? Pass me the duct tape, and hurry!

In celebration of this period of wild freneticism, and to possibly add a little pumpkiny spice to the excitement, here is what’s soon to be framed and hanging in our living room.


Oh yeah, and the home page got a fresh re-design. Figured it was about time. I like it. Sort of reminds me of a comic book. Or a bowl of Froot Loops.