Happy Halloween suckers. Martin and Juni (my superiors) forgot about the candy this year and instead just brought me home this weird alien baby they call Banksy. I want a tootsie pop goddamnit.
Halloween is my favourite time of year and this year it is really the total best because I am now 6 years old, and it is 2006, AND we live at 666 Boulevard Chomedey. I feel possessed, I feel wired, I feel like I need to make some very important calls on my banana phone. RING RING RING DIE DIE DIE HAPPY HALLOWEEN MARK!
Mark is in grade three but we share dunkeroos so he’s basically mon garçon at this point. Any ways this year I’m dressing up as poutine because last year I was zombie Shakira and nobody guessed right at the school parade. Suckers.
Oh, what? Ok. Sorry the devil just asked me to tell you about the Seaman Family. Mark told me all about the Seaman family story and it is kind of spooky but not level 666 throw up your candy because you’re so scared spooky. Anyhoo the Seaman family lived on Chomedey too, actually just a 10 minute walk from our hell house.
Mark’s older brother found some footage of their family on halloween in the 1970s. The spookiest part of the whole thing is that they get given apples on halloween night, not even apple pie or apple warheads. Just the fruit. Ew! Also, Mark says if you look close enough you can see a ghost peering in the background of their house. Silent footage is also just…eerie. Juni taught me that word, she described the hospital trip to get Banksy as eerie. This time of year really has an effect on people eh?
