Candy Corn Memories

Amy Grech


Growing up, I relished Halloween’s approach even more than Christmas. Santa had nothing on Halloween with jack-o’-lanterns, costumes and candy…


Halloween is the most magical time of year when adults and children can transform themselves into anyone or anything they like!  It’s a day to embrace your darkest imagination and put it on display for the world to see.


Every year the crisp October air prompted my father to take my twin brother, mother, and I to the local farm on Long Island to choose the biggest pumpkin we could find for the momentous occasion. That same night, after the dinner dishes had been cleared, Dad would put some old newspaper on the kitchen table, and hand my brother and I black magic markers and together we would draw a scary face for my father to carve with a sharp knife. We all looked on, fascinated, as he gutted the thing, scooping its innards into a bowl. When he finished, my mother would produce a thick white candle to place inside. We’d carry it carefully outside, set it down on the front porch next to the front door, and my mother would light the wick, giving the jack-o’-lantern an eerie glow for all to see.

On Halloween my elementary school hosted a Ragamuffin Parade. My friends and I got to dress up in our Halloween costumes. I remember some of the boys went as members of the band KISS, with black and white make-up and all.

I possessed an overactive imagination and embraced my dark side at a very early age. One year, I decided to be an octopus. Somehow, my father altered a rather large cardboard box so that it had a round top and a frayed bottom to represent tentacles. We painted it black and added silver paint for contrast around the eye, nose, mouth, and arm holes. It was very hard to walk in that cumbersome cardboard contraption—I almost toppled over several times—but I managed to stand my ground.


My brother, our friends, and I all marched around the school parking lot in a long, curvy line snaking our way this way and that while our parents cheered us on! My Octopus won best costume that year! My prize: a plastic jack-o’-lantern filled to the brim with tasty treats, a monster candy haul, which my brother and friends were more than happy to help me devour; all gone in less than an hour.

Meet The Writer

Amy Grech has sold over 100 stories to various anthologies and magazines including:
A New York State of Fright, Apex Magazine, Beat to a Pulp: Hardboiled, Dead Harvest, Deadman's Tome Campfire Tales Book Two, Expiration Date, Fright Mare, Hell’s Heart, Hell’s Highway, Needle Magazine, Psycho Holiday, Real American Horror, Tales from The Lake Vol. 3, Tales from the Canyons of the Damned, Thriller Magazine, and many others. New Pulp Press published her book of noir stories, Rage and Redemption in Alphabet City.



She is an Active Member of the Horror Writers Association and the International Thriller Writers who lives in New York. Visit her website: Follow Amy on Twitter:

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