What Scary Means to Me on Halloween

The street this morning – setting a nice spooky tone for the day.

I don’t really mind things that are a little scary on Halloween.  I’m not a big fan of gory, bloody and needlessly violent, but I don’t mind a little creepy, a little spooky and a little macabre as I start my Halloween festivities.

I think that scary stories still have a part in our society.  I think that embracing the things that goes bump in the night helps us learn to face the larger fears that we’ll be faced with in later years.  So I’m not to bothered at ghosts and ghouls appearing in windows and trees this time of year.

Now, for some it’s different.  They see these spooky things – witches, vampires, zombies – and perhaps due to a different experience with their inclusion only see some unholy (and I don’t use that word lightly) glorification of those things.  However, in my mind it’s a little different. 

I see them as signs of victory.  I see them as signs that there really is no fear of these frightening things being real or at most having any sort of real power.   I can hang skeletons because I have no fear that someone can conjure them to life.  I can dress as a witch because I know in my heart that in the end magic useless and hollow.

“Because what are these children’s games and scary movies and fake cobwebs and plastic skeletons saying? They are saying that the great powers, like the Thessalian witches who boasted they could draw down the moon, are nowadays only fit to be fodder for little girls who want to eat candy. The spirits and demons which made people shiver in fear and stay safely indoors beside their fire are decorations for houses and shops. The rituals of propitiation which safeguarded humans for millennia are no longer needed, because these powers are defeated and broken.”
 These scary things we used to fear have so little power over us that we dress small children in adorable costumes and the let make it into one big farce.  We no longer bar the door at night from the evil things that roam around on All Hallow’s Eve, rather we open our doors wide to any stranger that rings our doorbell and taunts us with an innocent “Trick or Treat” and share goodies and pleasantries.
My mother keeps a wall hanging up this time of year with this little quip:
“On the eve of All Saints Day, Jack O’Lanterns light the way.
God’s children need no longer fear the ghosts and goblins gathered here.
For evil ghouls with icy breath must bow to Him who conquered death.”

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