Warning – Madame Spooky Takeover
Grave digging as hobby. Photo credit: National Library of Australia.
Is anyone there? Darlings, it’s me, Madame Spooky. When the Findery team gave a home to this wandering spirit, they didn’t think about the powers of a ghost. In other words, they have no idea that I’m here, a ghost in the machine, writing you this letter. And it’s All Hallow’s Eve.
It’s disappointing how this sacred holiday has become a circus of gluttony. Little kids tramping around in bumblebee, Harry Potter and ghost costumes, asking for candy. I’ll teach you one or two things about being a ghost! Cute? No.
Being dead isn’t something to take lightly. For example:
• The ancient Egyptians treated death with its proper gravity. Do you know about the curse of King Tut? Those who opened that tomb died.
• London is the haunt of Jack the Ripper, and a destination worthy of ghost-lovers. While there, try this Haunted Pub Crawl, where you may experience an angry, stiletto-wearing spirit, known for shoving people against the pub wall.
The unbroken seal of King Tut’s Tomb. Don’t open it! (Too late.) Photo credit: imgur.
The thing that drives me the most crazy about this “holiday” though, is that people observe it only one day a year. Haunted hotels, once haunted, are always haunted. Curious about spooky Chicago or Sleepy Hollow, graveyards, or true crime? I’ve got plenty of stories to make your knees knock, stomach turn and induce sleepless nights. Take it from one who knows. I haven’t slept in seventy years.
Happy spooky today, tomorrow and forever more.