You know who you are. Nothing excites you like a sale on zombie dogs. You haunt resale shops year round to find the perfect book to transform into a Necronomicon. You own enough skeleton candles to outlast a nuclear winter. Your life-sized prop figures have names and backstories to shame Tolkien. When you tell friends that you spent the day trying to determine the best way to stuff a disarticulated skeleton into a trunk, no one bats an eye.
Talk to me. Tell me about this year’s plans, and how you’re preparing for the big day.
Personally, I’m running way behind where I should be. My medieval wisewoman-gone-mad costume isn’t assembled yet. I’m still trying to figure out how to thematically group all my “stuff” into a cohesive story. I’m playing with a theme involving my (mad) scientist and magical witch working in harmony to create the ghastly doings that will be happening in the rest of the yard. Last year’s Dead Man’s Party was a cinch by comparison. I’ve been told by one acquaintance that she’s confident I’ll pull off an Extreme Halloween to rival even my neighbor’s locally famous display, but I’m feeling like it’s crunch time. Whichis not a bad feeling, as I work well under deadline pressure. It also gives me an excuse to have the house littered with gruesome stuff. Even the rat cages are lined with theme fleece!