“When we got the pictures back, there was a woman in the picture standing next to me,” Ms. Martin said. “We looked at it and thought, ‘Oh … it must be a double exposure, because the woman in the photographs looked like George’s mom. We were so busy—we worked from dawn until dusk—and were so exhausted with the renovations on the house, we didn’t have time to look into it any further.”
I love that the Evil Tree prop is a thing in yard haunting. It pops up every now and again, and it's always huge and intimidating. The one below is amazing and has the coolest face I've seen on one.
Hoping a larger version of this shows up on the At Home shelves... This one is only a couple inches high, but he's really cool.
Laid this little guy to rest in the garden. Purchased in late September.
Giving our first Halloween purchase of the season a test run in the garden. I would have loved seeing this as a kid walking home from school in the middle of October. Also picked up some black bleeding taper candles and a small bleeding skull candle (I'll post photos soon).
Can't find many photo galleries online of this attraction, but the pics that are out there are pretty neat.
We hit up this spooky themed coffee shop last weekend during a road trip. If I lived nearby, I'd be in there every morning. We got their pumpkin pie latte and it was absolutely perfect. Not too sweet, but loaded with a rich pumpkin pie spice flavor that was very different than the pumpkin spice that pops up every autumn in the usual shops. I think I might have re-branded the drink as The Sleepy Hollow. It was THAT good.
As a huge fan of Halloween III: Season of the Witch, I've long heard the tales of the original screen writer's contempt for the project after writing a few drafts. The film's director Tommy Lee Wallace takes credit for the final version, but it's long been suggested that the version we know (and love) is very similar to Nigel Kneale's original script.
From then on people arrived each hour. There was a flutter at the side window, a rap on the front porch, a knock at the back. There were fey noises from the cellar, autumn wind piped down the chimney throat, chanting. Mother filled the large crystal punch bowl with a scarlet fluid poured from the jugs Bion had carried home. Father swept from room to room lighting more tapers. Laura and Ellen hammered up more wolfsbane. And Timothy stood amidst this wild excitement, no expression to his face, his hands trembling at his sides, gazing now here, now there. Banging of doors, laughter, the sound of liquid pouring, darkness, sound of wind, the webbed thunder of wings, the padding of feet, the welcoming bursts of talk at the entrances, the transparent rattlings of casements, the shadows passing, coming, going, wavering.
There just can't be too many cauldrons. Regardless of a Haunt's theme, a cauldron placed off in a corner, or right next to a porch, or on some far part of a property with glowing orange and green lights would enhance the entire display. You don't even need to worry about a Witch prop. An unattended cauldron tells a neat story.
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