While some of my colleagues here at The Aegis may argue about its merits (one editor in particular that I won't name, but he knows who he is), I love Halloween.
The whole time of year is pretty magical, if you think about it.
Leaves are changing colors, the air gets cooler and the sweaters come out and, best of all, there's pumpkin and apple everything.
Baked goods and delicious hot apple cider aside, Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. I just love the whole concept.
The divide between this world and another worldly plane becomes almost indistinguishable during this one night a year on All Hallows' Eve and all the ghosts, monsters and creatures can cross over.
To protect ourselves from these unnatural beings, we dress up so we look just like them — the vampires, witches, werewolves, ghosts and so on.
It's also the one time where mischief can be used as a threat to get candy, which is a fantastic idea, if you ask me.
Without going into its Pagan roots and connections to the Day of the Dead (another fantastic holiday), I find it interesting that while the rest of the year most people say they don't believe in ghosts and what not, Halloween is still widely celebrated.
Going further, scary movies, TV shows, horror novels (more Anne Rice and less "Twilight") and haunted house attractions are wildly popular.
I would know — I'm one of the crazy people who watch scary movies even though I'm anxious throughout the whole thing and ask my husband to tell me if someone gets stabbed so I don't have to watch.
My guess is that it makes us feel that we've come close to danger and miraculously survived, even though we know it's all fiction.
But Halloween gives us that permission to be scared, embrace the macabre and face our fears. That's pretty cool.
I really do love scary movies, especially zombie flicks (or shows for that matter. What's up, "Walking Dead" fans?). I'm also pretty convinced that if a zombie apocalypse were to ever happen I'd probably outlast a lot of other people. Remember, aim for the head.
I've always been interested in monsters and the idea of spirits trying to connect with the living.
As a kid, I would write short scary stories and promise I'd be the next Stephen King. It could still happen. I just need to move to New England.
I've seen almost all the classic horror films, except for "Friday the 13th," but I refuse to watch the original "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" ever again. One time with Mr. Leatherface was all I could handle.
I got married on Halloween and encouraged guests to come in costume. For a while, I seriously considered wearing something spooky myself, but thought I might regret it when looking at pictures years from now.
Right now, the desktop background on my work computer is the stretching portraits from the Haunted Mansion in Disney World.
Best of all, I can let my freak flag fly during this time of year and no one thinks twice because, hey, it's Halloween.
Wear my skull cameo earrings around Christmas? I'll probably get dirty looks.
I'll admit, though, I do keep some Halloween decorations up all year, such as a Frankenstein's monster figurine and a jack-o-lantern candleholder. They make me happy.
This Halloween I'll do the same thing I do every year now — celebrate my anniversary, have a party and watch "Night of the Living Dead" and "Hocus Pocus" for the millionth time.
When it's all over, I'll just count the days again until I can take my Halloween tree back out (I'm dead serious) and my green glitter skull. Though, he might have to stay out all year this time.