By Oh, gather ’round, my faithful readers, for I have some shocking news to share. Brace yourselves, for it’s a revelation that even I’m having trouble digesting—this year, I will not be attending Halloween Horror Nights. Yes, you heard that right! It’s an event that’s been synonymous with my personal brand for years, and I’m feeling a mix of emotions that could rival the spookiest of haunted houses.
I can hear the gasps and see the raised eyebrows from here. “But Josh,” you might say, “How can you possibly skip Halloween Horror Nights when it’s practically your middle name?” And trust me, I get it. HHN has been a defining feature of my existence, like pumpkin spice lattes in fall or candy canes at Christmas. It’s the very essence of what makes me, well, me.
So, why the sudden change of heart? You see, dear readers, it’s a cocktail of reasons, and each one carries its own weight in the decision-making process.
First and foremost, the fandom surrounding Halloween Horror Nights has taken a darker turn in recent years, and not in a good, horror-themed way. The toxicity that now permeates the HHN community is about as welcome as a zombie apocalypse. It’s become less about celebrating our mutual love for the macabre and more about bickering, negativity, and well, just plain nastiness. Frankly, I’d rather face a horde of zombies than that kind of drama.
Then there’s the crowd situation. It seems that as the years go by, Halloween Horror Nights attracts more thrill-seekers and aficionados than ever before. The thought of navigating the maddening crowds has begun to feel more like a horror show itself. It’s no longer the intimate, spooky experience I once cherished.
Let’s not forget about the price tag. Halloween Horror Nights has become a pricey endeavor, and this year, with the monumental task of buying a house, I’ve had to reevaluate my spending priorities. Sure, being chased by chainsaw-wielding maniacs is a hoot, but there’s something equally satisfying about being able to unpack all the stuff I’ve accumulated over the years. Furniture and dishes might not scream “spooky fun,” but they are essential for a comfortable living space.
Now, here’s the real plot twist: I’ve also come to realize that my time is a valuable commodity. Right now, I’m deep in the throes of multiple writing projects, working on new books, and crafting new worlds. It’s a passion that feeds my soul, and I want to give it the attention it deserves. I’m not saying I don’t adore Halloween Horror Nights; it’s just that this year, it wasn’t fueling my joy the way it used to.
I’m not about to turn into one of those bloggers who preach that every minute of your life should be spent exclusively on activities that make money and raise your profile. But I do believe I’m on the brink of something great in my writing career, and I want to make sure I’m giving it my all.
So, my dear readers, rest assured that I won’t abandon my love for all things spooky and supernatural. I’ll still be keeping a close eye on Halloween Horror Nights through the magical lens of social media. I’ll be eagerly awaiting the return of those pizza fries and all the other spooky nonsense in 2024.
Until then, here’s to embracing change and following our passions, even if it means trading haunted houses for the thrill of chasing our dreams.
Somewhere With Regret 