I was thirteen when my father came up to me with a box. He handed it to me and told that there was a dead cat inside and asked me to bury it.
I was thirteen when my father came up to me with a box. He handed it to me and told that there was a dead cat inside and asked me to bury it.
I love Halloween. I’ve loved it ever since I was a kid and had the wonderful opportunity of living abroad in countries where we actually got to celebrate it.
Thinking so profoundly about Halloween made me ponder another kind of fear. Not the jolly kind mentioned above, but the kind that lurks behind our backs whatever the season, that prevents us from doing all sorts of things...
Ippy: Halloween parties are really awkward for me! There’s a story behind this, but it’s kind of embarrassing.Kitty: Well this is the internet, so your secret is totally safe! Do tell!