"The house was special and fine and tall and dark. There must have been a thousand windows in its sides, all shimmering with cold stars. It looked as if it had been cut out of black marble instead of timbers, and inside? Who could guess how many rooms, halls, breezeways, attics. Superior and inferior attics, some higher than others, some filled with dust and webs and ancient leaves or gold buried above the ground in the sky but lost away so high that no ladder in town could take you there.
The house beckoned with its towers, invited with its gummed-shut doors. Pirate ships are a tonic. Ancient forts are a boon. But a house, a haunted house, on All Hallow’s Eve?
-Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree
Did you live by a haunted house growing up? Is there a doorway that you are afraid to walk by at night? Do you have an old family heirloom hidden away because it never felt right? Places and objects carry stories of their past or become imprinted by the people around them. What thing or place has made the hair stand up on the back of your neck?
From October 20-24: We will be making art about "Hauntings". Share yours with us on twitter using #monthoffear.
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