Katie Pumpkinhead’s Pumpkin Patch

  Where does October go when its time has passed? Everyone has a home to retreat to when the party is over, don’t they? I’ve always thought of October like an old friend, one I don’t get to see frequently throughout the year, and one who, sadly, has a tendency to leave without saying goodbye. So many November mornings I woke up, trying to find the traces of my beloved, who’d just been there the night before. And, although certain things remained the same, the comfort of knowing that October was there was almost entirely gone, as if it never existed at all.  As the years have gone on, October’s exit has only become more abrupt, with the bully December trying to block out November, and memories of October, entirely.  But still, where does it go? I’ve spent much of my life trying to find October’s home. If it can’t come to me, all year round, then why shouldn’t I be able to go to it? I’ve found that October doesn’t retreat to one place. Maybe it’s cliche to say that it lives...

 You may or may not remember me making  a post  after having seen The Texas Chainsaw Massacre for the first time. If you do recall this post (or have just read it after clicking the link), you probably could tell how excited I was to see more of Leatherface and the franchise as a whole. I was expecting him to become a fixture of my blog, and my life in general honestly, but you’ve probably noticed by now that I’ve barely mentioned anything Texas Chainsaw-related, anywhere, since then. The reason is, sadly, very simple: I was extremely disappointed by what came after the 1974 film, and ultimately feel that this is one franchise that never should have been such. It was one perfect movie, that didn’t need to be added to. A situation where lightning was never going to strike twice, if you will. The original sequel, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Part 2, is just about the definition of 80s camp, which makes no sense whatsoever when put up next to its predecessor. It could be a fu...

 It’s that time of year again…The time when I feel the need to defend the fact that for some inexplicable reason, my second-favorite holiday has always been Valentine’s Day. I don’t remember how or why my obsession with Valentine’s Day started, I just remember that every year, as February approached, the pink-and-red wave that suddenly washed over the world completely enchanted me. The excitement I felt when the Cupid silhouettes appeared in windows and the heart-shaped candy boxes took over store displays was unmatched by any other non-Halloween holiday, and I’ve often debated why. Perhaps it had to do with that long stretch of nothingness after Christmas time. Valentine’s Day, though much smaller in scale, was at least something to celebrate and get excited about. Maybe it was the fact that I was guaranteed attention from classmates on that day, via the punny little cards that we were required to hand out to everyone, meaning it was the one day of the year when I, by “law”, could...

 Most people who know me, know that Sleepy Hollow, New York is what I call my heart’s home. It was a place that had been on my “bucket list” to visit practically since the cradle, and I first took a drive through the town on Halloween 2018, on my way to my first ever experience at The Great Jack O’Lantern Blaze. Though I wasn’t there for very long at all, as it was just a quick detour, I immediately felt at home, as if this was some place I’d been waiting to find for my entire life. I thought about it constantly until I went back to stay for a few days for Halloween 2019, and I knew during that stay that this was my place. It’s a hard thing to explain, but it’s like one of those moments that you think only occurs in fiction, when the stars align and you just know you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.  I initially planned to take different spooky-themed vacations every Halloween, maybe going to Salem one year, Spirit of Halloweentown in Oregon the next, etc., and while I ...