This is the time of year to turn the AC down, make the home 65 degrees since it can’t be found anywhere else, wrap the bushes in spiderwebs, gut the pumpkins, search for things around every corner, and watch the spooky stuff.
I think I got it. I think I got the three scary movies for me. First, The Shining. It gets better every time I see it. I love Jack Nicholson’s fits and his thinning air. The Mickey Mouse sweater kills me. Getting cleaned up in the blood red bathroom. The purple and green bathroom is perfect, and I always see the malodorous woman, skin peeling, ruining Mr.