My wife and I were married on Halloween, but after a discussion regarding the fall and how happy October makes us year after year, we have reached a consensus.
November is the creepiest month of all.
I'll elaborate:
Think of all those dead leaves...
How the ground looks damned
after a rain.
The mists of the morning,
and the breath escaping
like exorcised ghosts.
November,
though nestled between
Halloween
and season's greetings,
is purgatory
to the darkened
imagination.
The poem is mine, but check out the Tom Waits' song listed above. If you don't know Tom Waits' work... you're welcome.
Also, if you want to get the most out of your creepy November, buy my latest book. It's a collection of horror stories entitled A Rustle in the Attic. Have a read and let me know what you think. Leave an Amazon comment. Or buy one for the spooky person in your life. Thanks for the love and support.
Happy November. See you all very soon.
Cheers,
Torres
