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!
In honor of one of my personal favorite days of the year, Halloween, I have collected four horrifying scenes that I consider to be truly memorable. So, please… Come in. Sit down. Make yourself comfortable. The lights are off. Nobody else is around. Turn up the sound… And without further ado, I present… the list.
Quick, which is more nuts, a picture of a Santa cat waving a baby Jesus cat at three kittens who are more interested in some kind of perfectly circular ham on a table in the bushes, or a vegetal fractal cat? Yeah, I don't know either.
The suggested cuts to 1200 university jobs might serve as a foghorn at the Finnish government, signaling what austerity measures fully mean when directed at institutions of higher education...
As the sickly sweet and sour aromas of Chinese food reached her nostrils, she felt her stomach turn and gripped her knees even tighter, scrunching up her dress behind the purple velvet tablecloth...