I always get sad when Halloween is over. I’m sure most horror fans do. Spooky season is the one time a year when the rest of the world seems on our wavelength. We see houses even in the most basic of suburban neighborhoods bedecked with skeletons, ghosts, gravestones, cotton spiderwebs, and all manner of macabre imagery. The decor ranges from the classi…
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