To get you in the Halloween mood, we have a photo of the Falvey staff cavorting in their costumes from Halloween 2019, inside Special Collections, where a newly acquired H.P. Lovecraft journal was exhibited. Below, find an excerpted poem from Lovecraft himself, about the spookiest of nights!

Hallowe’en in a Suburb
By H. P. Lovecraft

The steeples are white in the wild moonlight,
And the trees have a silver glare;
Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly,
And the harpies of upper air,
That flutter and laugh and stare.

For the village dead to the moon outspread
Never shone in the sunset’s gleam,
But grew out of the deep that the dead years keep
Where the rivers of madness stream
Down the gulfs to a pit of dream.

A chill wind weaves thro’ the rows of sheaves
In the meadows that shimmer pale,
And comes to twine where the headstones shine
And the ghouls of the churchyard wail
For harvests that fly and fail.

Not a breath of the strange grey gods of change
That tore from the past its own
Can quicken this hour, when a spectral pow’r
Spreads sleep o’er the cosmic throne
And looses the vast unknown.

It’s almost that time of year again: Falvey-ween!

And, at this time of year the Wicked Jack ‘O Lantern of the West Stacks likes to come out and renew his love of reading. This year, he picked up selections that would be sure to delight, surprise, and scare; including those by Stephen King, Samuel Delaney, and Mira Grant.

While it might appear from this time lapse that the rumors about hauntings in the West Stacks are true, these are actually energy efficient motion sensing lights that shut off when no one passes by. On second thought…I didn’t see anyone in the video that made them turn on, did you?