A dark Halloween. (2011)

Thirteen years ago – in what I now recognize as a 3-day-long manic state – I made a tripod website called Dark Touchstones. (Remember tripod websites?) As a special treat to myself, I spent much of Halloween day bringing that content to The Paranormalist. Have a look by visiting Dark Touchstones – a lifetime’s worth of creepy stuff, circa 1997.

NOTE: Most of the tags listed below actually refer to the content of Dark Touchstones. (Apparently I can’t tag pages, only posts.)

P.S. If I were writing Dark Touchstones now, my favorite authors (with their best) list would now have to include Joe Hill and Heart Shaped Box.


I didn’t spend the whole day in front of the computer, though. At about 5p, my 16-year-old son and I decided to raid the old costume trunks and take our dog trick-or-treating in Anoka. (We might be past the age for such things, but Fierce Guard Dog is only 13 months old.)

I donned the dog-suit and fashioned myself a leash and collar from a scrap of red velvet, duct tape and a belt. We put our dog in a one of my favorite t-shirts. (Get it? I was the dog, the dog was me.) The boy opted to dress as a rather dashing pirate. As we rummaged for pirate-y accessories, we found a pair of devil-wings that looked to be the right size for the dog, so we put those on him too … which messed with our “theme” but looked cute.

We didn’t really trick-or-treat of course, though some friends we visited did scrounge up a biscuit for Fierce Guard Dog. Instead we met up with my husband for a walk through the loveliest Halloween evening we’ve had in years. Sadly, there were few costumed children dashing through the warm night, and most of the houses were dark, their stoops devoid of pumpkins. I am reluctantly beginning to believe that Halloween, as we knew it, is dying.

Still, the crescent moon rode bright in the cloud streaked sky, the leaves crunched as we kicked through the gutters and the dog’s devil-wings flapped as he pranced along beside us.

Now, to finish my nostalgic day, I’m going to settle in with a handful of fun-size Milky Way bars and the classic 1978 film, Halloween. (In which there are many glowing jack-lanterns, and my favorite holiday is eternally preserved.)


Image by wwarby via Flickr


7 Comments on “A dark Halloween. (2011)”

  1. Come visit my neighborhood! It is definitely not dying! It was a wild time last night 😉

  2. Judy Limburg says:

    I wish I had thought of taking our dog trick or treating! What a fun idea! And I agree, Halloween is not what it used to be when I was a girl. Kids now, at least where I live, start trick or treating at about 3 p.m. We couldn’t even begin until it was dark! Still one of my favorite times of the year, though!

    • I think dogs are perfect for trick-or-treating and, now that I’ve done it, I can’t believe that it isn’t standard operating procedure. In all my years of handing out treats, I can’t recall a dog ever even accompanying a child. When we move back to town (where we might actually get visitors) I plan to put up a sign ahead of time, saying dogs are welcome.

  3. Diana says:

    In the small town here we heard from several houses that trick-or-treaters were up in numbers, but others in larger towns and cities all reported the opposite — much like you they experienced few children and many houses not participating. I guess we could blame it on the economy, but I’m not so sure that’s it.

    • Most folks I’ve talked to think it’s about fear … but I wonder if it’s partially a natural consequence of our driving-centric lifestyle. I suppose ALL these factors enter into it.

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