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It’s that magical time of year again, when stores all over dedicate that half shelf in the farthest, darkest corner to decapitated heads, skeletons and really fake vampire teeth. Let’s also not forget the classic Bela Lugosi cape made out of black dyed toilet paper. Yes it’s Halloween, when children all over go out dressed as their favorite Jersey Shore character—because really there is nothing scarier than an eight-year-old dressed as Snooki—and come harass you for candy. Every year, all of the television channels take this time to celebrate the horror that is Halloween by showing the same five movies on a constant loop… all month long.

Sure the first Halloween was scary when it came out, but by sequel #1,254 I kind of was hoping the teenagers would kill themselves before Jason could get to them. And I couldn’t sleep alone in a dark room after Nightmare on Elm Street; I still can’t sleep on a waterbed to this day. Linda Blair made us all cringe in The Exorcist. Read the rest of this entry →