These Halloween Quotes From The Horrific Holiday Based Movie.There are so many Halloween quotes that can help you when you are tired of being in the same old rut, and all you need is a little push, a little inspiration, a smile on the face, change of mood, bring you out of the banality of life, make you laugh a little, or may even make you cry a bit, and these Halloween Quotes exists just do that.
This 1978 slasher movie is directed by John Carpenter which stars Donald Pleasence along with Jamie Lee which is her Hollywood debut with this movie. The movie showcases the story about a serial killer named, Michael Myers, who stalks and kills the baby sitters on every Halloween night. He started doing this after he killed his teenage sister, Judith. After running away from a sanatorium, Myers was being pursued with the help of Dr. Loomis who tried stopping him from his condition.
It’s Halloween 1963, and Michael Myers kills his elder sister with a kitchen knife by stabbing her. Fifteen years later, in 1978, while getting escorted by his Dr. Samuel, to the court, he escapes with Loomis car and comes back to Haddonfield, his home. While on his way back, he kills a mechanic and steals his belongings along with mask and knives. After returning, he starts stalking high school girl Laurie Strode after their initial meet. Dr. Loomis arrives at Haddonfield in search of Myers, with the help of sheriff he explains the danger that Myers possesses. The Sheriff goes on a patrol looking for Myers and Loomis waits for him in the house.
On the Halloween night, while Laurie and Annie babysit the Doyle and Wallace, Myers kills Annie when she was about to drive. With the advancement of the plot, Myers also kills two of other Laurie’s friends in the Wallace house. When Laurie goes on to check on the Wallace house, she finds the bodies of her friends in the bedroom. Myers tries killing Laurie but she defends herself long enough for Loomis to find them. Loomis saves Laurie by shooting Myers and knocking him out the balcony. The story ends with a mystery when Myers body found missing.
The film consists of seven films in its franchise with the story and crime of Michael Myers. Apart from the sequels, the movie has various nominations and wins along with a video game and a comic book series.
We have dug up these Halloween quotes from the depths of the internet and brought together best of these sayings in a single article. This post is probably the biggest database of Halloween Sayings in a single place. Halloween Quotes About Mary have the power to change your life by giving a novel outlook about the way you observe different aspects of your life. Hence, these popular Halloween quotes should be read with caution and proper understanding of the context. Here are tons of Halloween quotes that will open a treasure chest of Wisdom and experiences: –
“Death has come to your little town, sheriff.”
“You’ve fooled them, haven’t you Michael? But not me.”
“You can’t kill the boogie man!”
“I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey.”
“It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare.”
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“Magic is really very simple, all you’ve got to do is want something and then let yourself have it.”
“When the spooks have a midnight jamboree/They break it up with fiendish glee/The ghosts are bad but the one that’s cursed/Is the headless horseman; he’s the worst/That’s right, he’s a fright on Halloween night! When he goes a joggin’ ‘cross the land/Holding his noggin in his hand/Demons take one look and groan/And they hit the road to parts unknown/Beware, take care he rides alone!”
“I’ve seen enough horror movies to know that any weirdo wearing a mask is never friendly.”
“I was working in the lab late one night/When my eyes beheld an eerie sight/For my monster from his slab began to rise/And suddenly to my surprise. He did the mash/He did the monster mash/The monster mash/It was a graveyard smash. He did the mash/It caught on in a flash/He did the mash/He did the monster mash.”
“I’m a homicidal maniac, they look just like everyone else.”
“Villainy wears many masks, none so dangerous as the mask of virtue.”
“We came, we saw, we kicked its ass.”
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“Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?”
“I think if human beings had genuine courage, they’d wear their costumes every day of the year, not just on Halloween. Wouldn’t life be more interesting that way? And now that I think about it, why the heck don’t they? Who made the rule that everybody has to dress like sheep 364 days of the year? Think of all the people you’d meet if they were in costume every day. People would be so much easier to talk to – like talking to dogs. ”
“I was born on the night of Samhain, when the barrier between the worlds is whisper-thin and when magic, old magic, sings its heady and sweet song to anyone who cares to hear it.”
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“For these beings, fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth….Such are the autumn people.”
“Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg, and owlet’s wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.”
“First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.”
“But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. Because there are somethings you can’t go through in life and become friends, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.”
“The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats.
Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows’ Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked.”
“He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother’s house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring.
But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years.
There would be no spring. (“The October Game”)”
“We were in such good moods, we even decided to hit Todd’s house for candy. Sam rang the doorbell, and when it opened, this hideous, rubber monster face roared at us. Sam screamed. Todd started laughing and took off the mask. I yelled, “Put it back on! Put it back on! Your hideousness is terrifying!”
Todd did a fake yuk-yuk-yuk at my joke. “What are you guys supposed to be? Is it Prom Night Massacre or something?”
Sam sighed at Todd’s obvious stupidity. “We’re zombie princesses, Todd. Can’t you tell?” She stuck her arms straight out in front of her and said, “BRAINS! BRAINS!”
I patted Sam on the head and said, “Sorry, Sam. You’re wasting your time with this one.”
“October proved a riot a riot to the senses and climaxed those giddy last weeks before Halloween.”
“The farther we’ve gotten from the magic and mystery of our past, the more we’ve come to need Halloween.
October Dreams: A celebration of
“Oh how the candles will be lit and the wood of worm burn in a fiery dust. For on all Hallow’s Eve will the spirits come to play, and only the fruit of thy womb will satisfy their endless roaming.”
Halloween is not ‘a yankee holiday’ celebrated only by gigantic toddlers wearing baseball caps back to front and spraying ‘automobiles’ with eggs. This is ignorance.
Halloween is an ancient druidic holiday, one the Celtic peoples have celebrated for millennia. It is the crack between the last golden rays of summer and the dark of winter; the delicately balanced tweak of the year before it is given over entirely to the dark; a time for the souls of the departed to squint, to peek and perhaps to travel through the gap. What could be more thrilling and worthy of celebration than that? It is a time to celebrate sweet bounty, as the harvest is brought in. It is a time of excitement and pleasure for children before the dark sets in. We should all celebrate that.
Pinatas on the other hand are heathen monstrosities and have no place in a civilised society.”
“It took me a moment. I blinked, and suddenly it swam into focus and I had to frown very hard to keep myself from giggling out loud like the schoolgirl Deb had accused me of being.
Because he had arranged the arms and legs in letters, and the letters spelled out a single small word: BOO.
The three torsos were carefully arranged below the BOO in a quarter-circle, making a cute little Halloween smile.
What a scamp.”
Everybody sat in the dark cellar, suspended in the suddenly frozen task of this October game; the wind blew outside, banging the house, the smell of pumpkins and apples filled the room with smell of the objects in their fingers while one boy cried, “I’ll go upstairs and look!” and he ran upstairs hopefully and out around the house, four times around the house, calling, “Marion, Marion, Marion!” over and over and at last coming slowly down the stairs into the waiting breathing cellar and saying to the darkness, “I can’t find her.”
Then… some idiot turned on the lights.
(“The October Game”)”
“Harvey wasn’t interested in the clothes, it was the masks that mesmerized him. They were like snowflakes: no two alike. Some were made of wood and of plastic; some of straw and cloth and papier-mâché. Some were as bright as parrots, others as pale as parchment. Some were so grotesque he was certain they’d been carved by crazy people; others so perfect they looked like the death masks of angels. There were masks of clowns and foxes, masks like skulls decorated with real teeth, and one with carved flames instead of hair.”
“Real life… Witches: Wiccan practitioners. Werewolves: rare strain of rabies. Zombies: Prions/Plague. Vampires: Hemophilia/Porphyria”
“I should add, however, that, particularly on the occasion of Samhain, bonfires were lit with the express intention of scaring away the demonic forces of winter, and we know that, at Bealltainn in Scotland, offerings of baked custard were made within the last hundred and seventy years to the eponymous spirits of wild animals which were particularly prone to prey upon the flocks – the eagle, the crow, and the fox, among others. Indeed, at these seasons all supernatural beings were held in peculiar dread. It seems by no means improbable that these circumstances reveal conditions arising out of a later solar pagan worship in respect of which the cult of fairy was relatively greatly more ancient, and perhaps held to be somewhat inimical.”
“Please, please, help me grow to be like them, the ones’ll soon be here, who never grow old, can’t die, that’s what they say, can’t die, no matter what, or maybe they died a long time ago but Cecy calls, and Mother and Father call, and Grandmere who only whispers, and now they’re coming and I’m nothing, not like them who pass through walls and live in trees or live underneath until seventeen-year rains flood them up and out, and the ones who run in packs, let me be the one! If they live forever, why not me?”
“At Bealltainn, or May Day, every effort was made to scare away the fairies, who were particularly dreaded at this season. In the West Highlands charms were used to avert their influence. In the Isle of Man the gorse was set alight to keep them at a distance. In some parts of Ireland the house was sprinkled with holy water to ward off fairy influence. These are only a mere handful out of the large number of references available, but they seem to me to reveal an effort to avoid the attentions of discredited deities on occasions of festival once sacred to them. The gods duly return at the appointed season, but instead of being received with adoration, they are rebuffed by the descendants of their former worshippers, who have embraced a faith which regards them as demons.
In like manner the fairies in Ireland were chased away from the midsummer bonfires by casting fire at them. At the first approach of summer, the fairy folk of Scotland were wont to hold a “Rade,” or ceremonial ride on horseback, when they were liable to tread down the growing grain.”
“First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys. Not that all months aren’t rare. But one strange year, halloween came early….don’t you ditch me jim nightshade…don’t talk death. Someone might hear…”
“Most people live their lives laying prostrate before a false god, waiting for a cue to rise. There are no cues, only decisions. Shall I have dessert? Shall I have the best of the wine? Shall I love the person next to me? They can all be brought to your table. Rise, I say, rise and look within to the truth, to the light, and tell it your decision.”
“Henderson sighed. There was a time, he reflected, when the coming of this night meant something. A dark Europe, groaning in superstitious fear, dedicated this Eve to the grinning Unknown. A million doors had once been barred against the evil visitants, a million prayers mumbled, a million candles lit. There was something majestic about the idea, Henderson reflected.”
“I met this six-year-old child, with this blank, pale, emotionless face, and the blackest eyes… the devil’s eyes.”
~Dr. Sam Loomis/Halloween”
“Did you know that at one time trick-or-treating was stopped? It’s true. During World War II children were not allowed to trick or treat because there was a sugar shortage.”
Richelle E. Goodrich
“It isn’t always true that a critical end justifies desperate means.”
“I squinted at the western sky behind Thaddeus, a blood-red smear melting into blackness. Twisting my neck, I glanced the opposite direction. My teeth clenched at a magnified, round moon nearly as scarlet as the portending sunset, its luminous face half masked by hazy cloud cover. Hatred, vengeance, anger……such emotions coursed through my veins in a poisonous concoction that muddied my mind, impelling me to grip my sword tighter and fight with every ounce of strength I possessed against those who threatened my family – my kind. Currently, Thaddeus was behaving as such a threat, using his powers of persuasion to condone human sacrifice for some outrageously perceived good. He wanted an offering for the monsters; a desperate, futile offering of human flesh that would in no way protect the other villagers from being mauled as he promised.”
“And yet there is something oddly attractive about the crowded shop window with its piles of boxes and tins, and its Hallowe’en witches in darkest chocolate and colored straw, and plump marzipan pumpkins and maple-candy skulls just glimpsed beneath the half-closed shutter.
There was a scent too- a smoky scent of apples and burnt sugar, vanilla and rum and cardamom and chocolate.”
“In the old days (not so old, I remind myself) there would have been a celebration last night. All Hallows’ Eve: a magical time; a time of secrets and of mysteries; of sachets to be sewn in red silk and hung around the house to ward off evil; of scattered salt and spiced wine and honey cakes left on the sill; of pumpkin, apples, firecrackers, and the scent of pine and woodsmoke as autumn turns and old winter takes the stage. There would have been songs and dancing round the bonfire; Anouk in greasepaint and black feathers, flitting from door to door with Pantoufle at her heels, and Rosette with her lantern and her own totem- with orange fur to match her hair- prancing and preening in her wake.”
“A pumpkin lives but once a year
when someone sets its soul afire
and on that night it stirs up fear
until its flame is snuffed.
But e’en one night of eerie light is fright enough.”
Richelle E. Goodrich
“Treats and tricks.
Lick their lips.
Crows and cats.
Capes and fangs
And pointed hats.
Upon us now.”
“The jack-o-lantern follows me with tapered, glowing eyes.
His yellow teeth grin evily. His cackle I despise.
But I shall have the final laugh when Halloween is through.
This pumpkin king I’ll split in half to make a pie for two.”
“Halloween is a day in which some people choose to wear a mask… while others finally feel safe to take theirs off.”
? Steve Maraboli
“Nudist Colony Halloween parties are especially scary. They give the word “moon” a new cruel meaning.”
“I feel the nights stretching away
thousands long behind the days
till they reach the darkness where
all of me is ancestor.”
“On Hallows Eve, we witches meet
to broil and bubble tasty treats
like goblin thumbs with venom dip,
crisp bat wings, and fried fingertips.
We bake the loudest cackle crunch,
and brew the thickest quagmire punch.
Delicious are the rotting flies
when sprinkled over spider pies.
And, my oh my, the ogre brains
all scrambled up with wolf remains!
But what I love the most, it’s true,
are festered boils mixed in a stew.
They cook up oh so tenderly.
It goes quite well with mugwort tea.
So don’t be shy; the cauldron’s hot.
Jump in! We witches eat a lot!”
“Samhain is the threshold to the Season of Death.
The fertile fields of summer give way to the bare forests of autumn. As crops slowly die and winter takes over, the cycle of life is once again approaching
“There will be a cauldron of spiced hot cider, and pumpkin shortbread fingers with caramel and fudge dipping sauces as our freebies, and I’ve done plenty of special spooky treats. Ladies’ fingers, butter cookies the shape of gnarled fingers with almond fingernails and red food coloring on the stump end. I’ve got meringue ghosts and cups of “graveyard pudding,” a dark chocolate pudding layered with dark Oreo cookie crumbs, strewn with gummy worms, and topped with a cookie tombstone. There are chocolate tarantulas, with mini cupcake bodies and legs made out of licorice whips, sitting on spun cotton candy nests. The Pop-Tart flavors of the day are chocolate peanut butter, and pumpkin spice. The chocolate ones are in the shape of bats, and the pumpkin ones in the shape of giant candy corn with orange, yellow, and white icing. And yesterday, after finding a stash of tiny walnut-sized lady apples at the market, I made a huge batch of mini caramel apples.”
“The whispers you hear in your ear that you fear
in the air everywhere,
they are ghosts.
The moans and the groans in the lowest of tones
no one owns or condones,
they are ghosts.
You might deem them gremlins or water or wind,
while others say shadows or rodents or sin.
But oh! I say no!
‘Tis not so, child, for lo!
The chills that you feel in a thrill that proves goose
bumps are frightfully real,
they are ghosts!”
“The coldest day in fall
is at the Hallows Evening ball
where ghoulish fun
avoids the sun
as monsters mingle wall to wall.”
“The murmurings and mutterings grew even more freakish and grotesque as Halloween slithered ever closer.”
“I’ve always loved Halloween: the one day of the year when you can blatantly dress as your number-one obsession and people will smile instead of snicker.”
“But that’s what makes it so fun! Life is scary. So why wouldn’t we enjoy and make fun of that fear? It’s like life is trying to makes us fear it, and on this day we just mock its attempts and say ‘no, not today, today I’m not scared of anything you throw at me’.”
“As a kid, she’d always loved Halloween. A magic night. A night when anything could happen. Monsters could be real. Magic could whisper in the air.”
“We use Halloween to scare the kids and bankers to scare the adults.”
“Halloween creatures both friendly & gruesome peered out of the rustling leaves.”
“My only career goal is to be an halloween icon.”
Richelle E. Goodrich
And werewolves howl.
Black cats hiss.
Bats flap their wings.
The cold wind sings.
And crows, they caw.
Warlocks swish their moonlit capes.
Loch Ness monsters churn the lake.
Skeletons, they rattle bones
While graveyards crack the old headstones.
All the while the ghouls, they cry
To trick-or-treaters passing by.
Oh, the noise on Halloween;
It makes me want to scream!”
“See . . . um . . . the thing is, I met with Lisa a few days ago. She wanted to apologize for . . . Halloween, and not calling . . .
Thing is, her previous story . . . um . . . She wanted me to read it. She . . . wanted to explain her issues. She was jealous . . . of you and me becoming friends and . . . kinda lost it, I guess.
My point is, um . . . she used the story to put it into words . . .
I think she is writing messages. . . to you.”
“A Halloween flower,
if ever there was one,
would smell like an onion,
have thorns like a rose.
With charcoal black petals
and vines that entangle,
t’would grow under moonlight
in mud, I suppose.”
“A red-cape game of retribution is dangerous when a fresh bull with bigger horns waits in the shadows.”
“Sweet revenge always turns bitter eventually.”
“Go put on your mask.
Say ‘trick-or-treat’ in costume.
It’s All Hallows Eve.”
“I don’t see why we should celebrate a day that means death. Life is scary already, why would we want to make it scarier by using horrible masks? Besides, I prefer to know when my fears are real.”
“The pumpkin itself is a symbol for mortality. Like mortals, the pumpkin seed is planted in the darkness of the earth, where it is left to search for the light. When the plant finally sprouts, it travels along the ground, as if in search of its place in the world. Then, once the pumpkin has found its place, it blossoms into a fruit that towers above all others. And when the pumpkin is ripe, it’s a veritable life-giving force.”
about certain materials absorbing the sounds of their surroundings like divots in a vinyl recording, and now, as the sun started to dip below the horizon, this concept chilled him more than the creeping cold. Put a needle to the mortar of these walls and listen to the screams. His own would be among them.”
“Nobody wants to be alone. Sure, we fill our lives with people, faces that come and go, we love a lot only to lose more in the end, and if we’re smart—really smart—we take our victories where we get them. But beneath our skins, we siren.”
“Turn on the lights,
And hide from sight,
As we come trick or treating,
Throughout the night.
Is that scratching?
Or was that wind?
Did you see the movement?
I think it grinned.
As I crouched,
Behind my couch,
Waiting for the knocking,
From there abouts.
The lights went dark,
I think I screamed,
And then something touched me,
I jumped up quick,
And stumbled twice,
I tried to leave,
Into the night.
I reached the door,
And opened the lock,
And as I ran out,
The shout went out.
Trick or treat!
I stopped and looked,
It was just kids,
I tried to smile,
My hands did shake,
Y…yo…you’ll be wanting candy,
not feeling great.
They all stood looking,
And shook their heads,
And then they took out their scissor things,
It’s not the candy,
Or sweets from you,
We just want your heart,
And some blood from you.”
“Death was here. The showdown wouldn’t occur with the darkness of Halloween. It had come at dawn, and it bathed them in blood.”
“the fallen leaves in the forest seemed to make even the ground glow and burn with light”
“Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. Christmas and the others can end up making you sad, because you know you should be happy. But on Halloween you get to become anything that you want to be”
“Haunt an old house.
Ask for a treat.
Laugh like a witch.
Lick something sweet.
Offer a trick.
Wander a maze.
Echo a boo.
Exclaim the phrase—
Normal’s unnatural on Halloween!”
“This is the gateway to Hell, baby… Welcome to The Underworld.”
“On ol’ Halloween Night
These monsters join the living
If they had it their way
They’d stay until Thanksgiving”
“Jagged needle, wicked lies
From under the skin, pluck evil eyes.
Destiny change from pain and cold
Now that you pay in blood and soul.”
“It is Halloween,” he explains coyly. “I wanted to come out as something beautiful. None of this witch stuff for me. My God, don’t we spend our whole life as witches?”
“Halloween was the best holiday, in my opinion, because it was all about friends, monsters, and candy, rather than family and responsibility.”
“My Halloween costume is Godot. I’m not showing up at the party, just texting the host every 10 minutes that I’m on my way.”
“It was Halloween eve,
And I was yearning alone waiting for my soul mate Ethan,
He was expected by now for the celebrations in our bedroom,
We planned for this, many months back, and now I was getting restless,
My dick was erect and making a pole in my boxer – tough to handle 9 inches long of yearning all alone.”
“I dropped the candies into the children’s bags, thinking: You small mortals don’t realize the power of your stories.”
“Why’d you want to kill yourself? Didn’t you feel anything, or didn’t it hurt you?” Mandy questioned, looking puzzled.
“Yes, I suppose it did, … it was strange, it was sharp, that’s all I can think of to describe it… and cold, but not cold like ice, more like… I don’t know, like something much worse, something horrible… and it seemed like the ground was falling upwards, becoming the sky… for a moment it made me consider that it was just a dream, that I was on some sort of drug, and then I remember being overjoyed to see the sky was still above me, then just really sad, really tired… and then I don’t remember much else about it,” Alecto told her, glaring straight ahead at the sky with narrowed eyes. “I don’t mind, I’m not supposed to mind, anyway. Mearth already told me that eventually I would want to be dead, that it was inevitable… still, I sometimes wish that I could have done something good for other people in my life, it might have made up for all the bad stuff I’ve done.”
“Beware! As you trick or treat. These creatures will find you and make you smell their feet.”
“Halloween shadows played upon the walls of the houses. In the sky the Halloween moon raced in and out of the clouds. The Halloween wind was blowing, not a blasting of wind but a right-sized swelling, falling, and gushing of wind. It was a lovely and exciting night, exactly the kind of night Halloween should be.”
“Imagine being just strong enough to remember what life was like, feeling things, your heartbeat, the world around you. And imagine you couldn’t have it anymore, couldn’t even properly remember it, but there was just enough that some deep part of you knew what you were missing. Wouldn’t you do anything to get it back, if it was right there for the taking? Wouldn’t you be willing to kill for it?”
“I’m not fond of a tradition that requires people to open the door for strangers. Or for kids to take candy from strangers.”
“Would it surprise you to know that a presence was on your back a few seconds ago?”
“Bullying is wrong. It is not okay to bully others back because they bullied you.
We learned our lesson with Don the Goat”
“…flames moved towards him
and dropped within
singed and marred
his tender skin …
(the frightful plight tale)”
“I don´t want to be a ghost or a stupid sexy cat. I want to be something that I really want to be.”
“Leave the light and travel the shadow-lands,” said Blaise, repeating the inscription on the silver box.”
“There were things that Pumpkin Head—now not Pumpkin Head anymore—had to do to be a girl. He had to be careful how he dressed, and how he acted. He had to be careful how he talked, and he always had to be calm. He was very frightened of what would happen if he didn’t stay calm. For his face was really just a wonderful plastic one. The real Pumpkin Head was still inside, locked in, waiting to come out.”
“Ehi tutti fermi. Zanne. Aveva delle zanne. Beth si protese verso lo specchio toccandole. Mangiare con quei due dentacci avrebbe richiesto un po’ di pratica, pensò.
D’impulso alzò le mani, piegò la testa e soffiò come un gatto. Fico! D’ora in poi Halloween sarebbe stato un vero sballo.”
“…a copy of his Ninty-five Theses, a formal declaration of his arguments against indulgences. This is the document that Luther is said to have nailed to the church door in Wittenberg on October 31, 1517. If it happened at all, it was not quite as dramatic as it sounds—this was not an uncommon way to distribute pamphlets and polemics, and the Theses, written in Latin, would not have been accessible to most of the lay townspeople. But the timing—on the eve of All Saints’ Day—made the challenge auspicious, and the document was soon thereafter distributed in a German translation by a local printer.”
“So much for a “Happy Halloween!” I thought sarcastically. I should wear a huge sign around my neck from now onwards that reads: ‘Stay clear of me if you want your party to survive the night’!”
“The hedges and driveways were black and silent, but he imagined the silhouette of a jacket hood could move into view at any time, skimming past the light of a window like a shark’s fin.”
“Then, at night in my own home, I became a weirdo, a shadow watcher, a freak who wondered what was waiting on the basement stairs.”
“There were cracked head stones, dead flowers and weeds coming through the ground. Even the trees looked lifeless. –The Body By the Tree”
“A bloody guy in overalls, wearing a straw hat, began chasing us. He held a saw, pointing it at us. We were gonna die! –The Body By the Tree”
“I stared into the man’s lifeless eyes. His face was blue, but it could’ve been from the cold. His body was bloated, but he could’ve just been fat. None of this explained the crows lining up on the tree branch though. –The Body By the Tree”
“Oh look, another glorious morning. Makes me sick!”
“Be afraid… Be very afraid.”
“I watched him for fifteen years, sitting in a room, staring at a wall, not seeing the wall, looking past the wall – looking at this night, inhumanly patient, waiting for some secret, silent alarm to trigger him off.”
“Don’t rip my blouse, it’s expensive you idiot!”
Poor Laurie! Scared another one away. It’s tragic, you NEVER go out.”
“Yeah, you know every town has something like this happen… I remember over in Russellville, old Charlie Bowles, about fifteen years ago… One night, he finished dinner, and he excused himself from the table. He went out to the garage, and got himself a hacksaw.”
“You must be ready for him… If you don’t, it’s your funeral.”
“Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and caldron bubble.”