Last year I staged the front of the house as usual, it looked great. I had the spooky sounds CD playing. I was ready to answer the door with bowls of sweets. Not a soul came. I waited. Cog was out, HWMBO was late from work. I sat alone, with an axe in my head, and was miserable.
This year I've decided not to bother. No pumpkin carving. No candles. No dressing up. Well maybe just one little axe, but just for myself you understand.
I feel like this house holds the ghost of Halloween past.
I suppose it's because, like Christmas, it's for the kids really.
"Do you remember the good old days before the ghost town?
We danced and sang, and the music played in a de boomtown."