© Halloween 1993 was another great year added to the hall of Halloween Horrors on Henry St. That year 1993 we were blessed with another little monster maker added to the family. This was her first Halloween, Jenny was born on May 5th that year; my other two daughters were Jamie age 9 and Jillian age 10 that year in 1993. They were both by then Halloween horror-hound veterans, so they had a lot to teach their little zombie hunter sister. Hundreds of people loved what we were doing on Halloween, for the entire month of October and especially on Halloween night. Last year Halloween 1992, people really fell in love with Punkinhead, and having him on the front page of the local paper made his really popular. I was really fond of the little guy; I thought he needed a friend so I created his pal Jack © this Halloween 1993: Jack-O-Lantern. Punkinhead ©
was always fond of his carving techniques, and he always loved to experiment. He did a first class craving on Jack's skull, easily removing the lid, and removing his brains and eye sockets and tissue. He stuck Jack’s eyes in his head to try them out for himself and he liked them - a lot. ©
Old Jack told Punkinhead that he would like to get some
advice on pumpkin carving, but I don’t think Jack knew
what he was getting himself into, what do you think? ©
Click below to see Punkinhead talk from Halloween 1993> ©
© Halloween 1993 had more Zombies to run amuck on Henry St. One of the innocent by standers got a little too close for comfort, and before he could say trick-or-treat he was the treat.
As the Grim Reaper would say, the Zombies will relish on your flesh. That’s one thing a good zombie loves on his flesh, a little relish and they don’t use catsup. ©
Halloween has to have Zombies; a good graveyard would not be proper without the undead. ©
© Who hasn’t had one of those dreams where you were sitting in your living room, and them there was something you just happened to hear kind of like out of the corner of your eye. A low moan almost as if it were invisible to your inner ear. But then you wondered and you looked down why the hair is standing up on my arms. An intense tingling feeling starting at the base of your spine, almost paralyzing gains your attention. Your body wont move, nor can your utter a word, you want to cry out but can’t. Suddenly you hear dull scratching on your door and window screens. It almost sounds like putty or something rubbing, but you quickly realize that it’s rotting flesh trying to make its way in for a warm meal. And you’re the soup in the bowl; you might as well be chained and gagged to your chair. You cannot move - the horror that is causing your heart to almost burst in your chest. There’s no pain (yet) as your adrenalin courses through your body madly like the Indy 500. All of a sudden the mass of your seemingly impenetrable fortress collapses. Your body can’t move but you can sense the onslaught that is about to happen as the doors and windows come crashing in. You tell your self it’s just a dream as you close your eyes, thinking you will wake up. As if by magic you feel such a relief as you open your eyes knowing that you are safe in your bed, that your fear was just a bad nightmare. But as you look up you see a wood ceiling pressing almost against you face. You try to touch it but again you cannot move, and you know where you are as a tear finds its way down the side of your face. You are in your coffin – 6 feet under and your horror has only just begun. 
I always wondered what would happen if Freddy met Jason. This Halloween 1993 they tried to shake hands and become fiends. As you can see they took to each other like a lit match and a dynamite fuse. Actually these are just brotherly love taps; there one big happy family, they are kind of like cousins in the family of Horror. And they are just getting warmed up. Only the future of horror knows what’s in store for them both.
We got a new pet this year, he was good boy. It took a while to find the right size chain so we could keep him leashed properly in the yard. It’s not his fault that is had to be 25 feet long and made with 8 inch steel links. He is just a lovable little guy, the kids call him GOG. So just talk nice to him, but don’t try to feed him. As you can see from the guy here he got a little too seeing if GOG © would kiss the neighbor’s cat.
The toys of this little guy below decided to play with him. Remember playing with your army men when you were a kid. What if they wanted to play back, I don’t think they know any better do they there just having fun. It’s a good thing they are only plastic, how much damage can a toy soldier do in your back yard. It’s a good thing they weren’t 1/18 scale.
Human greed and corruption again rises up from among the depths as seen in this human trap with a few $100 dollar bills lying like cheese. Some people are just like rats and in a blind less endless maze. Luminescent beady eyes glowing though a mist of confusion trying to glimmer one’s own thoughts and plunder misconception which somehow is forced upon us. The old saying goes you "reap what you sow" but does this corruption germinate fully to blossom. Not usually and undoubtedly ends just like this! ©
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