Wyeth, Jamie, Rolling Pumpkin, 1989
But you take October, now. School's been on a month and you're riding easier in the reins, jogging along.You got time to think of the garbage you'll dump on old man Prickett's porch, or the hairy-ape costume you'll wear to the YMCA the last night of the month.And if it's around October twentieth and everything smoky-smelling and the sky orange and ash grey at twilight, it seems Hallowe'en will never come in a fall of broomsticks and a soft flap of bedsheets around corners.
But one strange wild dark long year, Hallowe'en came early.
One year Hallowe'en came on October 24, three hours after midnight.
Ray Bradbury, from Something Wicked This Way Comes