Season of the... Where the Hell is Michael Myers?!

I Just love Halloween.  All the ghouls and ghosts haunting about.  Teeth rotting from candy overdose.  Little kids dressed up as their favorite monsters such as Frankenstein,  Dracula, or that awful hell hound from Blues Clues.  Adults dress up as giant hot dogs or whores.  The toilet paper and eggs fly freely and someone on every block is being rushed to the hospital from a keg stand accident.  Seriously though, the veil is thin and spirits walk freely looking for a host to possess.  Perhaps this year it will be you.  Mistress Violet Strychnine here with another pillow case filled with toothbrushes and fruit.  I'll just get right to it.  Halloween III: Season of the Witch (1982), although a great film, makes no fucking sense being a part of the Halloween franchise (I hate that word).  No Michael Myers.  No Dr. Lumis.  No, instead we get a creepy mask manufacturer who makes poison masks that will kill millions of children on Halloween.  So strange but still so good.  Once you hear the song you'll never get it out of your head.  Only 5 more days of Halloween... Halloween... Halloween... Silver Shamrock! xoxo