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Tim Burton's cry

Updated: Nov 10, 2019

What if it’s actually waiting for that? What if it’s waiting for me to open my eyes and submerge in silence or in uncontrollable screams of fright, that would result in being diagnosed with an incipient stage of madness? And if it’s watching me, where is it watching from? From beside my bedroom door?! ... to make sure I can spot it through those three strips of lumpy glass and “admire“ its filiform contour in 2 milliseconds, or just flick my senses at a white, foggy shadow, that lunges instantly to the hall beyond my bedroom door? What if I take a look at the wardrobe mirror that reflects the window and I come across three babies with diabolical grin and red bloody veins that inject their eyepieces?

Slappy from Goosebumps fits my imagination embodiment like a glove. Red cheeks, perfectly contoured, contrasting with the cadaveric whiteness of his face and eyes marked by deep scars, all these features gathered together to form a horrifying and obscure figure, kinda slimy, whose loose tuft is maybe the only thing that helps him resemble a human being.

Yes, the simplest option hasn’t skipped my mind either: all of them could lay siege to my bed in one tacky attempt to suffocate me among their dazed bodies.

If I turn to the right, face against the wall, I can’t watch my back, therefore, I have no scenario for my imagination. No, I can’t face the wall for much longer, it’s too risky, as I can wake up suddenly and realize I’m being dragged from the inferior part of my body towards...towards where? What could they possibly do with me? They don’t have a place to take me to, except if I, alone, got into a parallel universe in the last 5 minutes, leaving the rest behind, emerged in their habits, ready to wake up, drink their coffees, have breakfast and head to work. People would reorient the course of their lives in which I had never existed; but this is another story.

Let’s reload. I’m in present, in this world I know, right? I’m sure they want to terrify me. If what they are looking for is to turn me into a basket case, I have no doubts they’ll get it. Then, why do they keep boiling me in the anxiety pot? Why do they shift in my mind and fill it with boiling blood and temple pressure?

Oh, God, I can’t take it anymore, I have to confirm if this is true or false, so that I can fall asleep.


Mirror- checked.

And no, there’s nobody over my head..pf, not even Edward Cullen, a handsome corpse with lively eyes, whose glimpses I would’t mind in the middle of the night. I must say he’s the only one that can make an appearance whenever he wants.

If we’d judge by the lines above, every day of the year is the 31st of October to me. Halloween is a holiday that I like to mark on my calendar, despite the fact that the American trick or treat is not a thing in Romania. Nevertheless, the thrill and excitement of decorating houses, and the skillsful DIYs presented by the Art Attack boys on Disney Junior (like bats made of newspapers and cardboard that ended up hanging by the living room chandelier, or the notes support that comes in vampire or mommy shape), as well as any pumpkin spice item that you could imagine, used to have a big influence on me as a child and still does.

Watching TV while you're having apple and cinnamon pie, elevated with a beaker of vanilla ice-cream, cozy under a warm blanket, with the flavor of your favorite scented candle and a nice chocolate milk tickling your senses, is the pure definition of hygge. The movie must be Halloween related to fit the equation, of course.

I feel like the zest of this holiday’s movies has already overpowered my love for Netflix.

Horror movies don’t match my personality at all. However, October’s sumptuousness is so perfectly described in Tim Burton’s pictures! The Nightmare before Christmas (1993) is the autumnal Home Alone wannabe, hence I tend to put it in my imaginary basket for special traditions and family activities because it highlights, under a ludic spirit, both the lugubrious side of Halloween and the charm of the characters we’d like to change places with.

The movie has its origin in a 1982 poem written by Tim Burton when he was working as a illustrator for Disney. For 8 years he kept working on and off on his project and, in 1990, he closed a deal with Walt Disney Studios to carry out the film, which turned out to be a huge success, both financially and critically.

To introduce you to Tim Burton’s fantastic universe, that often invades my imagination, and open your appetite for good cinema, I bring to your attention the poem he wrote in 1982. I remember my first read, in the 9th grade, at English class, when my knowledge about the celebration and thrill of this American holiday was still in prologue phase.

It was late one fall in Halloweenland,

and the air had quite a chill.

Against the moon a skeleton sat,

alone upon a hill.

He was tall and thin with a bat bow tie;

Jack Skellington was his name.

He was tired and bored in Halloweenland.

"I'm sick of the scaring, the terror, the fright.

I'm tired of being something that goes bump in the night.

I'm bored with leering my horrible glances,

And my feet hurt from dancing those skeleton dances.

I don't like graveyards, and I need something new.

There must be more to life than just yelling,'Boo!'"

Then out from a grave, with a curl and a twist,

Came a whimpering, whining, spectral mist.

It was a little ghost dog, with a faint little bark,

And a jack-o'-lantern nose that glowed in the dark.

It was Jack's dog, Zero, the best friend he had,

But Jack hardly noticed, which made Zero sad.

All that night and through the next day,

Jack wandered and walked.

He was filled with dismay.

Then deep in the forest, just before night,

Jack came upon an amazing sight.

Not twenty feet from the spot where he stood

Were three massive doorways carved in wood.

He stood before them, completely in awe,

His gaze transfixed by one special door.

Entranced and excited, with a slight sense of worry,

Jack opened the door to a white, windy flurry.

Jack didn't know it, but he'd fallen down

In the middle of a place called Christmas Town!

Immersed in the light, Jack was no longer haunted.

He had finally found the feeling he wanted.

And so that his friends wouldn't think him a liar,

He took the present filled stockings that hung by the fire.

He took candy and toys that were stacked on the shelves

And a picture of Santa with all of his elves.

He took lights and ornaments and the star from the tree,

And from the Christmas Town sign, he took the big letter C.

He picked up everything that sparkled or glowed.

He even picked up a handful of snow.

He grabbed it all, and without being seen,

He took it all back to Halloween.

Back in Halloween a group of Jack's peers

Stared in amazement at his Christmas souvenirs.

For this wondrous vision none were prepared.

Most were excited, though a few were quite scared!

For the next few days, while it lightninged and thundered,

Jack sat alone and obsessively wondered.

"Why is it they get to spread laughter and cheer

While we stalk the graveyards, spreading panic and fear?

Well, I could be Santa, and I could spread cheer!

Why does he get to do it year after year?"

Outraged by injustice, Jack thought and he thought.

Then he got an idea. "Yes. . .yes. . .why not!"

In Christmas Town, Santa was making some toys

When through the din he heard a soft noise.

He answered the door, and to his surprise,

He saw weird little creatures in strange disguise.

They were altogether ugly and rather petite.

As they opened their sacks, they yelled, "Trick or treat!"

Then a confused Santa was shoved into a sack

And taken to Halloween to see mastermind Jack.

In Halloween everyone gathered once more,

For they'd never seen a Santa before

And as they cautiously gazed at this strange old man,

Jack related to Santa his masterful plan:

"My dear Mr. Claus, I think it's a crime

That you've got to be Santa all of the time!

But now I will give presents, and I will spread cheer.

We're changing places I'm Santa this year.

It is I who will say Merry Christmas to you!

So you may lie in my coffin, creak doors, and yell, 'Boo!'

And please, Mr. Claus, don't think ill of my plan.

For I'll do the best Santa job that I can."

And though Jack and his friends thought they'd do a good job,

Their idea of Christmas was still quite macabre.

They were packed up and ready on Christmas Eve day

When Jack hitched his reindeer to his sleek coffin sleigh,

But on Christmas Eve as they were about to begin,

A Halloween fog slowly rolled in.

Jack said, "We can't leave; this fog's just too thick.

There will be no Christmas, and I can't be St. Nick."

Then a small glowing light pierced through the fog.

What could it be?. . .It was Zero, Jack's dog!

Jack said, "Zero, with your nose so bright,

Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"

And to be so needed was Zero's great dream,

So he joyously flew to the head of the team.

And as the skeletal sleigh started its ghostly flight,

Jack cackled, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

'Twas the nightmare before Christmas, and all though the house,

Not a creature was peaceful, not even a mouse.

The stockings all hung by the chimney with care,

When opened that morning would cause quite a scare!

The children, all nestled so snug in their beds,

Would have nightmares of monsters and skeleton heads.

The moon that hung over the new-fallen snow

Cast an eerie pall over the city below,

And Santa Claus's laughter now sounded like groans,

And the jingling bells like chattering bones.

And what to their wondering eyes should appear,

But a coffin sleigh with skeleton deer.

And a skeletal driver so ugly and sick

They knew in a moment, this can't be St. Nick!

From house to house, with a true sense of joy,

Jack happily issued each present and toy.

From rooftop to rooftop he jumped and he skipped,

Leaving presents that seemed to be straight from a crypt!

Unaware that the world was in panic and fear,

Jack merrily spread his own brand of cheer.

He visited the house of Susie and Dave;

They got a Gumby and Pokey from the grave.

Then on to the home of little Jane Neeman;

She got a baby doll possessed by a demon.

A monstrous train with tentacle tracks,

A ghoulish puppet wielding an ax,

A man eating plant disguised as a wreath,

And a vampire teddy bear with very sharp teeth.

There were screams of terror, but Jack didn't hear it,

He was much too involved with his own Christmas spirit!

Jack finally looked down from his dark, starry frights

And saw the commotion, the noise, and the light.

"Why, they're celebrating, it looks like such fun!

They're thanking me for the good job that I've done."

But what he thought were fireworks meant as goodwill

Were bullets and missiles intended to kill.

Then amidst the barrage of artillery fire,

Jack urged Zero to go higher and higher.

And away they all flew like the storm of a thistle,

Until they were hit by a well guided missile.

And as they fell on the cemetery, way out of sight,

Was heard, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight."

Jack pulled himself up on a large stone cross,

And from there he reviewed his incredible loss.

"I thought I could be Santa, I had such belief"

Jack was confused and filled with great grief.

Not knowing where to turn, he looked toward the sky,

Then he slumped on the grave and he started to cry.

And as Zero and Jack lay crumpled on the ground,

They suddenly heard a familiar sound.

"My dear Jack," said Santa, "I applaud your intent.

I know wreaking such havoc was not what you meant.

And so you are sad and feeling quite blue,

But taking over Christmas was the wrong thing to do.

I hope you realize Halloween's the right place for you.

There's a lot more, Jack, that I'd like to say,

But now I must hurry, for it's almost Christmas day."

Then he jumped in his sleigh, and with a wink of an eye,

He said, "Merry Christmas," and he bid them good bye.

Back home, Jack was sad, but then, like a dream,

Santa brought Christmas to the land of Halloween.


Andreea Bularda

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