When I was a kid, my uncle and aunt threw FANTASTICAL Halloween parties. They lived (still live) on a wooded mountain in Maryland. It was my very favorite place to go. I'd stay at their house as often as my parents would allow it. (I would have moved there completely, but don't tell my mom because her feelings would probably be hurt.) My uncle first got me into horror movies when I was probably 7 or 8. They were the old horror movies that started with "The". Y'know, The Fog. The Thing. We'd eat chocolate chips and raisins, mixed in just the right ratio in our m[...]
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