I don’t know about the rest of you all, but I am officially too old to understand Halloween. I can’t imagine disguising myself arbitrarily (in Something Rising Cassie says she has a hard enough time recognizing herself as it is) and if I want candy I go buy some. The dim shadow of paganism that remains associated with this date for some people has no meaning to me; indeed, I never know what day it is anyway. So for today I decided to treat the holiday as one in which we might consider what is really scary. No masks, no prostidevils, no poltergeist detectors. And that led me to something that our Jim Shue used to find scary – a short story by my mother called “Home Remedy.” I’ve recorded it, and if you’d like to listen to it click on the link.
For the record, I agree with Stephen King on the nature of fear: nothing is more deeply terrifying than when global and domestic atrocities collide. This story takes place in rural Kentucky, but an atrocity is what it is.
OH! Now I see why we need the candy!
Link: Home Remedy