There were three of them in the car that Halloween Night when Mundy Selkirk turned up on Latona Road.
She was walking into town and they were driving out of town and had they not turned around and picked her up the Henshaw’s Party would not have been short a Pirate, a French Maid and a Zombie for the first part of their party. But the fact is they did turn around because they saw Mundy Selkirk in a Mourning Dress and carrying a the knife she killed her family with over 100 years ago right there in Burnstone out at the Selkirk farmhouse.
” That is the best Mundy Selkirk costume I have ever seen ” the French Maid ( Lee Bressler ) screamed at the top of her lungs ” turn around now!”
The Pirate ( David Lindall ) said ” no ” but he did turn around because the Zombie ( Lister ) was his older brother and he was agreeing with Lee. So at that point he knew that nobody in the car was listening to him.
They pulled up along side Mundy Selkirk, but she was not as pale and ghostly looking as the ten or so other Mundy Selkirk’s they’d already run into on their way to the Henshaw’s. This Mundy was a little dusty and sweaty looking, she looked annoyed when they signaled for her to stop.
” What?” she shouted at them
” That is the best Mundy Selkirk costume ever.” Lee said enthusiastically. ” Where did you get it from?”
Mundy stopped and glared into the car. ” My Mother made it for me.”
” Your Mother is cool.” Lister told her.
Mundy seemed to consider what she had just heard Lister say. ” I suppose so.”
” Look, we can give you a ride into town if you want. It’s not a big deal. “
” Well. It would save me some time. I have to get back into town, I don’t want to be late.”
Mundy got into the back seat with Lister and as she slid into the car she handed Lister her knife. ” Watch yourself it’s sharp.” She told him.
” You’re taking a real knife to a party?”
” Well. Yes. ” She said slowly.
The ride into town was short but on that short ride they learned that this Mundy Selkirk liked to read poetry, she played the piano and she had a rose garden.
” So what is your interest in Mundy Selkirk?” David asked from the front seat. ” Most people who are into Mundy Selkirk are into the goth thing and it sounds like you’re into the, I don’t know flower thing.”
” The Goth thing?” Mundy asked
” Yeah, you know, they’re into vampires and…”
“Vampires?” Mundy echoed.
” Well. Some of them think they’re real and-“
” There are people out there who believe in Vampires and ress up like, M-“
” Yep. And they are into the Vampire thing in a very big way.”
” Mundy Selkirk was not a Vampire.”
” Who knows? ” Lee said with a laugh. ” They said all of her victims had been drained of their blood. “
” You don’t think that the fact she cut their throats had something to do with that, do you?” Mundy Selkirk asked.
” Well, what happened to it then? All of that blood…”
” Took a very long time to clean up, but it was days before anyone knew something had happened at the House. Mundy had all the time in the world to do what she had to do.”
Mundy tapped the back of David’s headrest with her knife. ” You can let me out here. I’m going to the Bitterman’s House. Honestly. Mundy Selkirk a vampire.”
” So what do you think happened to the real Mundy Selkirk? ” Lee asked Mundy.
” They found her in the woods. ” Mundy told her.
” Well. Yes. But what do you think killed her?”
” She was not alive. ” Mundy said, ” and she hadn’t been for a very long time- that’s all I know.”
David watched Mundy walk up to the Bitterman’s B&B, they hosted a Halloween Party there for the guests every Halloween. The Bitterman party had nothing to do with Mundy Selkirk, Bitterman’s back in the day had been a Funeral Parlor.
As Mundy made her way up the walk, swinging her knife from side to side Lister could see the heavy white thread running up the back of Mundy Selkirk’s dress- that was a weird touch Lister thought.
That’s what they did in funeral homes he had learned a few years ago at the Bitterman’s Halloween Party a few years ago- some funeral directors cut the clothes in the back to fit them on to the corpses and then they sewed them up the back with heavy thread.
They weren’t tailors so Lister imagined it looked just like the back of Mundy Selkirk’s dress- the stitches were loose and the fabric was bunched up in places up and down her spine.
Just then she turned and waved as they pulled away from the curb, she was waving goodbye with her knife.
And she was smiling.
What would you do about Halloween if your name was October Skeletons?
Would you celebrate Halloween? Hide from Halloween? Would you spend each day of the year leading up to Halloween cursing your Mortician Father and Science Teacher Mother for not only keeping that weird name but naming you October to boot?
Well. October did none of those things because October Skeletons was a very practical man.
He worked as a baker and read history books and only bought things when they were on sale.
The only jokes October knew were the ones that were printed on paper place mats at one of three diners he ate at when he did eat out. And I should probably mention that he really liked those jokes and told them in such a way that people actually laughed at them.
So just before Halloween October’s friends at the Bakery started to ask him what his plans for Halloween were, and he told them like he told them every year. ” I just don’t have the heart to celebrate Halloween. My Parents were big on it, they were married on Halloween you know, my Mom would throw these big parties for Halloween and people would dress up and play games. It was grand. She was grand. Both of them were exceptional people and once they passed on well…but like I said. I just don’t have the heart to do anything for it.”
This year, October’s friends at the Bakery insisted that this year he was going to Lissie Kade’s Halloween party with the rest of them. He was going to dress up and eat food that had been shaped into body parts and hand out candy at the door to trick or treaters.
They told him that there were going to be no if and or buts or stories about missing his parents or stories or how empty his life was without his Grandparents who had traveled in sideshows and worked as Magicians and how he couldn’t really have fun the way he used to without his mortician Aunt and grave digging uncles,
as October always said-
he just didn’t have the heart to.
” Oh come on October, they sound like they were great. ” they said to him as they got ready to start the days baking ” but they’d want you to have fun. Right?”
” Of course they would. But I counted on them for that and now…”
Ramsey Mathis is October’s best friend and this time he walked up to his friend, grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him hard, ” You are going to go to this party, you are going to have fun and nobody wants to hear that you…”
” I told you, ” October said as he pulled his friend’s hand from his shoulder and put it on the center of his chest. ” I do not have the heart for it.”
According to the US Census there were no known Zombies living in
Skull Creek, Nebraska
Another dream of mine is crushed.
Halloween Rules To Live By
Top 10 Houses to Avoid while Trick-or-Treating
10. Any house that seems to be imploding into a hole in the ground.
9. Any house made of gingerbread.
8. Any house that has ornamental lawn Hell Hounds.
7. Any house whose only entrance is through the basement.
6. Any house where all the windows are glowing with eerie green light.
5. Any house that keeps growling, “Get out”
4. Any house where the trophy animal heads on the walls are talking.
3. Any house that has a bloody wood chipper prominently displayed in the front yard.
2. Any house with a yard full of statues of people in odd running poses.And the number 1 house to avoid…
1. Any house that wasn’t there a couple of seconds ago.
This is a Coffin you can be buried in
This is a Coffin you can make out of cake- you can eat it:
From TLC Cooking HERE
|1||loaf (16 ounces) pound cake, thawed if frozen|
|1||container (1 pound) caramel frosting|
|1/2||pound assorted Halloween candies|
|5||to 10 gummy worms|
|1||cup chocolate cookie crumbs|
- Cut cake loaf to resemble coffin by cutting 1-inch triangle from 1 corner of cake. Cut opposite corner to match; this will be the top end of coffin. Cut long, narrow triangles (1X4-inches) off bottom corners to form bottom end.
- Slice 1/2-inch layer off top of cake horizontally to form lid; set aside. Leaving 1/2-inch border, cut around inside edge of cake and scoop out some of interior. Cut graham crackers to fit onto cake sides; use frosting to attach graham cracker “boards” to outer sides of cake. Frost top of cake, if desired.
- Fill inside of cake with candy and gummy worms, allowing some to spill out over edges. Set lid on cake at slight angle.
Cake looks great atop chocolate cookie crumbs, on a wooden cutting board, with a small spoon as a shovel in a pile of “dirt” crumbs next to coffin.
” Why does Devlin Marsh’s wife hang pictures of dead people on her walls?”
There are pictures of people in laying in coffins or sitting in chairs and they are surrounded by flowers and mourners and in one a dead girl, her eyes flat and dull stares at you from forever.
I think Devilin’s wife is named LaVerne, but I could be wrong.
I have never asked and most people don’t want to know about Devlin Marsh’s wife who came into the world on a night where a storm tore through her home town and the lighting strikes almost burned the hospital she was born in to the ground and after Devlin’s wife grew up most people wished it had.
Devlin Marsh’s wife, whose name could be LaVerne has pictures of old people and young people dressed for the grave hanging from the walls in her hallways and sewing room, in her sitting room and there is even one hanging in her pantry in a heavy silver frame where the dead man in the faded picture looks all day at the food Devlin and (I think her name is) LaVerne will eat for their meals.
Devlin’s wife is good with a knife and she is a fine and patient cook- so Devlin has said about his wife.
If I could ask- I think her name is LaVerne- one question I think I would ask about the one place in her house that does not have pictures of dead people hanging from a single wall.
It’s on closet door in a spare room.
And it is nailed shut.
From the inside.
So I have heard.
I like to visit real cemeteries year round- to practice my photography and most of all to watch the people who visit there, I find it all very inspiring.
However, ’tis the Season for cemeteries so I found some interesting pictures of historic cemeteries for you to look at below and more HERE– also, I’ve included a few of my own at the end of this post.
Photos By Me: