The Horror of Halloween

"I'm one of those people I have no idea why. Maybe it was the southern Gothic vibe of my little town in Florida where Spanish moss hung from the live oaks that crowded the moonlit church steeple outside my window," he says. "My parents had a glow-in-the-dark cardboard skeleton that they hung from the front door of the church parsenage, and no one ever thought they could complain about it." In Nashville, as in most cities, there are these awful, terror warehouses that show up, you know, where people pay to walk through a gory, the Amalek maze to get grossed out and horrified. That for me crosses a