Folks, last night it happened, she graced us with a visit. In my many years as Skully I saw her only twice. Rarely she comes out to visit and when she does, every creep, monster or ghost are grasped by sadness and we cry inside. No jokes over my lips this time, would be difficult, no lips here.
She is the bride, the ghost bride, and she visits the remains of her beloved. Murdered on his way to the altar, a week before Halloween. In the dark woods by some highwaymen. A bit more than stand and deliver happened there. The bride never left the chapel, just waiting at the altar, in hope that he would reach her.
Villagers brought food, water and warm clothes to the chapel, but she touched none. On the evening of Halloween, they only found her weddingdress in the chapel. The bride had moved on into the twilightzone ,where she wanders forever in search for her love.
Bloggers, this is love. Many ghost or monster have such stories. Halloween is not only about candy, parties and costumes. It is also about love and caring for the ones you love and the ones you lost.
Oh yeah before Skully forgets, lets see what you were up to.
Joe has send you all a challenge, lets take him up on it. Than there is Camellia, she created a four eyed monster that looks strangely familiar. And we can not forget Jeff Cornish with the skelotons on the bikes. I believe it is Henry on the bike, after some bottles of wine he fotgot he had brakes.
This picture is almost a century old, she was captured entering.