Last night I took the dogs out for a walk, and I looked up to see the creepiest night sky. The doom-ridden grey clouds. The eerie glow of the moon. The skeletal remains of an old tree.
I remember looking out at that tree as a child, and having awful nightmares about creatures coming out of its twisted trunk. And then in 1999 the Tim Burton film
Sleepy Hollow was released....
...and there was the tree of my childhood nightmares. The tree in our front yard is not actually that gnarled up, but in a child's imagination it was The Tree of the Dead. I still get the hebbie gibbies when I'm walking down the lane way on a dark night, and see its ominous silhouette.
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