Halloween is coming up, and I remember the quiet sort of morbid fun I used to have when I was a kid.
A friend sometimes came round, and we ate baked beans on toast in the old wine cellar of our big house, with a hollowed-out turnip as lighting. That was it.
These days, Halloween has to involve blood and gore, not just spirits and ghosts. Why is that? Haven't we got enough real blood and gore in our everyday lives? Is it because blood and gore are far easier to believe in than spirits and ghosts?
I like fear, not shock.
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