When I went to sleep on September 30th, I was overcome with dread. A dread that would last for the next 31st days. I knew that when I woke up that it would be October 1st, the first day of the worst month of the year.

Some may think my disdain for an entire month is nonsensical. They don’t see how it’s different from any other month, but they are ignorant to the evil this month produces. They are ignorant to the evil that is All Hallows Eve, or as it’s better known, Halloween.

That one holiday convinces everyone to embrace the spooky and the horrifying. Everyone suddenly has an obsessive love for horror movies and creepy costumes.

Approximately 1 billion horror movies seem to get released every October, with their advertisements infecting every form of media.

Unsettling costumes are displayed with pride at every store. Lifelike decorations cover every home in every neighborhood.

It becomes impossible for someone like me, who detest all things spooky, to participate in everyday life without experiencing some form of psychological torture.

Why couldn’t it be any other holiday that people get so excited about? Why can’t everyone just really care about Arbor Day instead? I don’t think anybody would have a problem with celebrating a bunch of trees.

I know that this month isn’t as bad to others, but other people aren’t as cowardly as I am. I cant help how easily scared I get at the least scary things. I know that it is too much to expect people to stop with the scares, but I don’t think it’s too much to hope that people are more aware that not everyone loves being scared as much as they do.

The only thing that allows me to make it through this month of horror is the promise that awaits me on the other side: Christmas.

I take my solace from the fact that once the clocks strikes midnight on Halloween, all of the evil energy is purified by the wholesomeness that is Christmas carols.