Halloween - Late 1960's - I'm the Witch
I grew up in a small town in the 1960's in a Wonder Years type of house, right next door to a funeral home on a tree-lined street full of old, two-story homes that were great for trick-or-treating.
Fred Krueger ran the local newspaper. Really. I am not kidding, his name was Fred Krueger. And every day I walked home from school, wading through ditches of fallen leaves, happy to find my mother ironing and watching Dark Shadows on TV. After school, I watched The Adams Family and The Munsters. And in the evenings we watched the Twilight Zone and Bewitched. And on Saturday nights, a special show that played old scary movies called Dimension 16 came on TV. We even had a place called the spooklight that more than once frightened the witts out of me.
So now you can understand my love of all things autumn and Halloween.
I loved it so much, I even gave birth to the sweetest baby girl ever on Halloween.
So it's rather ironic that the sweetest baby girl ever has such a haunted past.
When my daughter was in grade school, a scary thing happened. The doctor who had been on call the night she was born and had delivered her -- was accused of murder. A very violent murder. He is in prison now. And my daughter, the sweetest angel in the world, gets a perverse thrill out of telling her friends how she was delivered on Halloween by a murderer.