October is my favorite month of the year. It's the beginning of fall, and even though in Florida it still feels like summer, at least by the time Halloween rolls around it gets cooler and we can leave the windows open at night. Tiffany and I got married in October, so we usually celebrate our anniversary by going to one of the haunted houses that pop up in town. Every year we throw a costume party on the 31st.
Halloween is one of those holidays that, growing up in Hungary, I only knew from the movies. The spooky decorations, black and white horror movies and carved pumpkins all seemed fascinating, and to be honest, I felt cheated. We were definitely missing out on something cool.
When I moved to the States, I couldn't wait for October to roll around. On my first Halloween I went to work dressed as Ghostface from the Scream movies. It still makes me smile when I think about it: I was cleaning hotel rooms wearing my head-to-toe costume and a name tag. And I wasn't even the only Ghostface that year! There were at least three of us! I'm sure we freaked a few people out, knocking on doors, asking guests if they needed service. Not quite sure how we got away with it.
I went to the cafeteria to buy lunch, and there was a severed hand sticking out from under the counter. Giant spiders were hanging from the ceiling. As I was walking home, I saw that there were tombstones in the neighbor's front yard. Skeletons were sitting on the porch, and bats were staring at me with their glowing red eyes. I had that feeling that I still get time-to-time, that I was in a movie.
I've celebrated thirteen Halloweens so far, but I still get chills when stores first put out the decoration. We just bought the dogs their costumes (oh my god, talk about adorable!) and we started putting our outfits together. We already picked up a few things for the house, creepy lights, stuff like that.
October is by far my favorite time of the year. It brings playfulness to our everyday lives. We dress up, watch horror movies, and try to scare each other. We go out to see what bumps in the night. We dare each other to walk through the foggy graveyard, and we try to ignore the menacing laughs coming from the graves. We try not to scream.
But it's okay to hold each others hands a little tighter.