This is a night of true magick. Halloween is the night we discover who we are. Are we people who make zombie armies? Are we those who condemn others? Are we beautiful children in resplendent costumes collecting candy? Are our choices in costumes provocative? Do we dress up as our ideal self? Or are we not ready to decide what to be? Do you see it now? We use this one enchanted night to perform the greatest feat of magick there is. We become ourselves. Halloween is the true magick. It is the night we discover who we really are.
It's been two months since Patient Zero took a bite of a contaminated burger at a Gas 'N Gulp. Just two months and I might be the last non-canibal freak in the country. I may seem like an unlikely survivor with all my phobias and irritable bowel syndrome, but I had the advantage of never having any friends or any close family.
Holidays always depress me, Sam. –Holidays? But-- Halloween? I thought you loved this time of year. –I detest it with every fiber of my being. Now back when it was the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain... Now that... that was a holiday. Dead rising from their graves, damaging crops, causing trouble... Good times.