Had a ton of fun setting this up again this year. I was able to actually light everything up this year and I love the effect! Drilled right through the base and folding table so it's all wired underneath. I've got enough of these houses that almost all of them are different from last year's display. Happy Halloween all you Pumpkin Kings and Queens!

I’ve seen this movie so many times and never noticed that detail

Halloween

My brother created an app called Strollin’ where you make a little character, take steps, earn “Stepins” and can go shopping to buy outfits. There are also fashion contests once a week. The whole month has been spooky themed. Me and my friends “took a walk” together and “dressed up” as Jack, Sally, and Zero. Our little characters for your enjoyment 🤍🖤🩵

I save all my movie ticket stubs since 1988. This was my stub from seeing nightmare before Xmas on opening night at my local theater (which opened between the limited release date and the nationwide release for some odd reason)

I knew immediately it was an amazing film, but will never forget the large number of people who exited as the second and third songs played. The movie was not marketed well and people assumed based on Tim Burton's other work that it would be a darker and edgier film and not a musical.

The next day I went to work and a co-worker and I were excited to discuss having seen the film separately the night before and how great the music was!

Hahaha, you get it?

Cause Jack? And Oogie starts with O?

So together they are Jack-O Lanterns!

Choicer voicer

🖤🎬 TIM BURTON LEGACY — A TRIBUTE ANIMATION

A visual tribute to the unmistakable world of Tim Burton, combining a touch of Saul Bass-inspired graphic design with some of the characters, imagery, silhouettes, and visual motifs that have become iconic throughout Burton's films.

This animation explores the dark, whimsical, gothic, surreal, and often melancholic universe that has defined Burton's cinematic style, bringing together references from several of his most memorable works.

🎞️ Films featured:

• Vincent

• Beetlejuice

• Batman

• Edward Scissorhands

• The Nightmare Before Christmas

• Mars Attacks!

• Sleepy Hollow

• Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

• Corpse Bride

🎨 Visual concept: A fusion of Saul Bass-inspired graphic language and imagery associated with Tim Burton's cinema.

This is an unofficial fan-made tribute animation, created as a personal artistic celebration of Burton's influence on cinema, animation, character design, and visual storytelling.

All characters, films, music, and related intellectual property belong to their respective copyright holders. This video is created for artistic, educational, and transformative purposes, with no intention of claiming ownership of the original works.

🖤 A celebration of strange worlds, crooked silhouettes, outsiders, monsters, ghosts, and beautiful things that don't quite fit.

The autumn wind howled through Greenbow, Alabama, carrying the crisp scent of dead leaves and cheap candy. It was Halloween, 1951.

Little Forrest Gump, dressed in a homemade ghost costume crafted from one of his mama’s old bedsheets, hobbled down the dirt road.

His leg braces clicked and clacked a steady rhythm. Next to him walked Jenny. She wore a simple witch’s hat she had found in a ditch, her smile bright despite the chill.

They held hands, their little plastic pumpkins bumping together.

For a few moments, the world was good.

But as they neared the edge of the woods, the ramshackle farm house belonging to Jenny’s father loomed like a rotting carcass. The heavy stench of sour mash whiskey hung in the air.

Suddenly, the front door burst open. Jenny’s father stumbled onto the porch, his eyes bloodshot, a broken glass bottle gripped tightly in his trembling hand.

"What do you think you're doing?!" he roared, his voice slurring. He locked eyes on Jenny, his face twisting into a mask of pure malice.

"Get up here, girl! And you—" he pointed the jagged glass at Forrest. "You freakish little boy. If I catch you around my property again, I’ll snap those metal legs of yours and bury you where nobody’ll ever find you. Both of you are going to learn what happens when you cross me."

Jenny whimpered, dropping her candy bucket, her tiny hand shaking violently in Forrest’s grip.

"We was just trick-or-treating, sir," Forrest said softly, his voice innocent. "Mama says Halloween is a night for candy."

"I'll give you a trick!" her father screamed, raising the bottle as he stepped off the porch.

But he never touched the grass.

The wind didn't just blow—it screamed. The sky turned from a twilight purple to a suffocating, ink-black void. The stars vanished. The temperature plummeted so fast that Jenny’s father’s breath froze into a thick cloud.

From the shadows of the twisted oak trees, three figures materialized, stepping into the dim moonlight.

They were horrors pulled from the darkest corners of human imagination.

First came a towering silhouette, thin as a splinter, wearing a pinstripe suit. His head was a massive, glowing jack-o'-lantern, its carved grin dripping with supernatural fire. The Pumpkin King stepped forward, his voice a chilling, theatrical baritone that rattled the man's teeth.

A bully in the dark, terrorizing children?" Jack Skellington purred, the flames in his eyes flaring bright orange. "How delightfully dreadful. But you don't know a thing about real fear."

Before Jenny's father could even scream, a massive, shapeless mass of burlap and rot slithered out from beneath the porch. It rose up, towering over the yard, two glowing red eyes burning through the loose stitching of its face.

The Boogeyman laughed, a sound like a thousand cockroaches crawling over dry autumn leaves.

"He smells so sweet when he's scared," Oogie Boogie hissed, his burlap flesh shifting as millions of bugs writhed beneath it. "Let's see how loud he squeals when the shadows bite back!"

Jenny’s father dropped his bottle, his knees buckling. He tried to crawl backward, but a cold, decaying hand slapped heavily onto his shoulder.

"Showtime, pal!" a manic, grating voice shrieked.

Standing right beside him was a rotting corpse in a filthy, black-and-white striped suit. Beetlejuice grinned, his teeth green with moss, his yellow eyes spinning in opposite directions. He spun his head a full 360 degrees, laughing hysterically. "You like threatening kids, huh? Well, big guy, you just stepped into the juice! Let's turn this trailer park into a real graveyard!"

The three entities closed in. The world spun into a kaleidoscopic nightmare. For what felt like an eternity, Jenny's father was subjected to a waking hell.

He watched his own skin turn to maggots; he felt the crushing weight of a thousand suffocating pumpkins; he was dragged through the neon-green, snake-infested depths of the Netherworld, all while the Pumpkin King sang a maddening melody of doom.

Forrest stood completely still, holding Jenny tightly.

To the two children, the yard was just filled with strange, swirling colorful fog and loud, spooky noises.

They couldn't see the horrors inside the man's mind.

When the fog finally cleared, the three spirits vanished into the night air with a final, echoing cackle.

Jenny's father lay face down in the dirt. He was hyperventilating, his hair completely turned snow-white, his eyes wide and vacant, staring at nothing. He began to rock back and forth, clawing at the grass, weeping and babbling incoherently about "the striped man" and "the glowing bugs."

Tears and sweat soaked his face. He shook violently, sobbing and wailing like a newborn infant, clutching his knees to his chest. The terrifying visions were burned permanently into the back of his eyelids. Every time he blinked, he saw the burning pumpkin eyes, the striped suit, and the shadows reaching for him.

He was completely, irrevocably traumatized.

He had gone completely, irreversibly insane.

The next morning, the Greenbow police arrived. They found the man still rocking in the dirt, entirely non-responsive to human speech, utterly traumatized by the cosmic terrors he had witnessed.

The state declared him violently unfit, and he was loaded into the back of a secure van, bound for Blackwood Asylum—a maximum-security facility for the criminally insane, where he would remain locked in a padded room forever, screaming at the shadows.

Because of his permanent institutionalization, he immediately lost custody of Jenny.

"And that was the best Halloween we ever had," Forrest said years later, sitting on his park bench, looking at a faded plastic pumpkin. "Jenny went to go live with her sweet old grandmother, and nobody ever tried to hurt her again.

Mama said sometimes, the monsters in the woods are actually on your side."

Please help me settle a friendly argument with my girlfriend. Is this movie a Christmas movie, a Halloween movie, or both? I say it's both, she says it's a Christmas movie.

I’m very proud of how my costume turned out :-)