Almost every neighborhood in America has that one house. The one that spends half their yearly income around October each year on turning their respectable three-bedroom, two-bathroom home into a portal to the underworld surrounded by Gothic-style ruins. The neatly manicured lawn has a cemetery with skeletons and zombies. The eaves have body parts dangling from them. Animatronic witches, werewolves, and vampires lurk in the rose bushes and along the sidewalk, daring intrepid trick-or-treaters to come to the door (usually covered in cobwebs) to claim their candy prize. For all the terror and theatrics, it better be a full-sized Snickers bar!
This largely American cultural phenomenon has been a part of every street I have ever lived on. As a kid, I saw it as an annual challenge to test my courage. As a parent now, these houses of horror haunt me with a more complex mix of feelings. Firstly, there is a bit of nostalgia, and, of course, I still enjoy candy. Secondly, I wonder if any of the explicitly gory items splattered on the property are triggering for people who have gone through physical trauma (much like fireworks triggering some military veterans on the 4th of July). A colleague of mine shared how a relative of hers was murdered via machete by a drug cartel in Mexico, and the sight of bloody blades, even plastic ones, is upsetting. Of course, I also recognize that part of the holiday involves people wanting to face life's ugly and frightening realities in a tangible way. Practically speaking, as a man with a mortgage and a busy schedule, I marvel at the amount of time and resources it takes to produce such spooky spectacles. Last year, I asked the owner of one of our local haunts how much time it took to set up. They told me that, in addition to the years it took to accumulate the graveyard, church ruins, life-size skeletal carriages with ghostly horses, and the hundreds of other elements embedded in their property, it took two solid weeks to set it all up. When I asked them why they commit to it yearly, they simply answered, “It brings the neighbors out and lets us meet people.”The ideas of connecting with our neighbors and the use of crumbly, macabre Halloween decor have an interesting relationship–one rooted in Christianity’s past. While researching the Gothic period for episodes on my podcast, I came across a curious bit of history that has affected the way I process all the terrifying trimmings that adorn my street each October.