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October 2013!
Aries
(March 21 - April 19) – Oh Aries, I’m sorry to tell you that this
month Uranus is opposing the Sun. This harsh planetary position is
likely to cause an erratic and difficult several weeks for you. Just
when you think you’re regaining control, you’ll fall deeper into
the downward spiral Pluto has forced upon you. Desperate and romantic
musings may convince you that a solitary trip by train is just what
you need to quell the storm. I must advise you that physical or
mental space can do nothing for you, only the passage of time will
set things right. If you do go, this celestial unsteadiness will
prey upon you with more fervor having caught you in unfamiliar
territory. In the tiny train bunk, you’ll be tormented by paranoid
delusions in the form of sinister shadowy figures. At midnight, you
throw back the covers, unable to stand it anymore. Making your way to
the dining car it becomes clear that a gruesome silhouette is
following just a few paces behind. You move faster and faster
eventually breaking into a full-fledged sprint but the gap between
you and this figure seems to grow smaller. Gasping for breath and
unable to continue much more, you hear a gurgling growl and feel
something sharp graze your back. Your only hope at this point would
be for the train to jump the tracks and bring passengers pouring into
the aisle. With the way this month has been going, do you have the
power to create this kind of chaos rather than having it rained upon
you? The next few seconds will tell.
Taurus
(April 20 - May 20) – You
will be tested time and time again this month. Every single person
around you will let you down and offer a small mea culpa leaving you
disoriented and uncertain of anyone’s true intentions. The waitress
at your favorite restaurant adds some extra items to you bill, but
gives you a free drink when you point out the mistake. Your friend at
work tells everyone you’re the scoundrel who has been stealing
people’s Lean Cuisines out of the community refrigerator. He laughs
it off as a joke and encourages you to get him back. As the weeks
continue along like this, your good will gradually erodes and you
become distrustful of everyone you know. In grave need of a change,
you may agree to go to a Halloween party with a few neighbors you’ve
never socialized with before. This likely isn’t the best idea. The
rumblings of the universe are the source of your problems and hastily
ditching your friends for the unknown won’t solve anything. If you
do go, the new group won’t tell you until later that they’ll be
going as the cast from the Wizard of Oz and need you to be the
scarecrow. Feeling miserably foolish and uncomfortable with your nose
painted black and straw stuffed in your clothes, you trudge along
with the new crew. Climbing stairs to the third floor, you can
already hear the music throbbing. You begin to think this wasn’t
such a good idea. Inside, the air is thick with smoke & lights
are pulsing from every corner. A guy wearing a trench coat is on a DJ
platform periodically throwing the coat open to reveal nothing
underneath; a flasher, great. After an hour that felt like ten, your
Dorothy-costumed friend races into the room screaming “the Tin Man
has jumped!!!” Her false lashes are askew and mascara is streaming
down her face. Apparently, your costume compadre got into a
drug-fueled fight and leapt from the window thinking he could fly.
Eager to have a reason to leave, you run down the stairs to check on
him. The police arrive, and seeing the Tin Man in a heap on the
pavement with you standing over him, demand to know what happened. He
mumbles only “scarecrow.” The police look pointedly at Dorothy
and the Cowardly Lion who say nothing. In spite of your protests,
you’re handcuffed and led to the police car leaving a trail of
straw. Between hiccupped sobs, Dorothy promises they’ll try to get
this sorted out at some point.
Gemini
(May 21 - June 20) – Let’s face it, Gemini. You’re two faced by
nature. You’re no stranger to hearing that it’s as if you have a
split personality. You’ve managed to use this to your advantage for
most of your life…always knowing what to say and spinning things in
your favor. I’m afraid that Pluto will confront you in a big way
this month creating an impasse which both of your personalities will
not get by. Demanding and pushy, this planetary block will have you
functioning at your worst in every situation. At first, your
relationship will fail, you’ll struggle at work, and you’ll
insult and alienate the people you depend on most. As time passes,
your thoughts will become more wicked and revolting. It is apparent
that your darker side has prevailed leaving you with few redeeming
qualities. There is hope, but it won’t be simple. At the end of the
month, as the new moon moves into Libra, you must appeal to the moon
to drag Pluto from your planetary path. On October 30, you must be
prepared with the following: A respected shaman, both feet from a
white chicken and a black chicken, and a dimwitted Gemini who you
have deemed to be your exact opposite (he or she, will of course, be
affected by Pluto in a similar, but opposite way.) You will meet at a
beach at 11:00 p.m. and the shaman will instruct the other Gemini to
place a left chicken foot in each pocket and begin walking. Carrying
the right chicken feet, you will follow ten paces behind carefully
stepping in his or her imprints in the sand. You will repeat:
“Footprints in the sands of time; Ocean aid me in this rhyme; I
demand my evil side die, and reside in my fellow Gemini.” When it
appears that Pluto has budged, the Shaman will purify the space
between you with sage preventing the evil from seeping back toward
you. Just beware, you have created a demonic Gemini composed of pure
evil who will have an axe to grind with you…if he or she is capable
of understanding what you have done.
Cancer
(June 21 – July 22) – An old lady down the street from you likes
to hand out strange and unwanted Halloween “treats.” After
several decades, she's definitely developed quite the reputation for
doling out baked goods that are downright bizarre.
Last year, though, when she distributed an apple raisin bread
pudding mixed with cat hair and moth balls, she went way too far.
That question is: Did she do it by accident or were her actions
premeditated? Perhaps she wanted to get back at you and your other
neighbors. After all, you've all been ignoring her and haven't
offered to shovel her driveway or mow her front yard in a long, long
time. Then again, it's possible she's become too forgetful and
feeble – she meant no harm at all. Alas, on Halloween night –
somehow, some way - she's going to cross your path and ask you if
you'd like some of her “goodies.” You'll be polite and say, “why
yes, I'd love to have some,” and she'll open a metal tin that's
filled with candies. You'll looked down at them and notice that
they're absolutely beautiful and seem to be magically shimmering and
sparkling. Strangely enough, without a second thought, you'll take
one of them and immediately toss it into your mouth. Surprise,
surprise! It will taste pretty good! You'll thank her and head on
home. Once you get home, however, you'll really be hit by something:
an intense craving for more! It won't dawn on you until you enter
your kitchen, but that piece of candy was truly amazing – you've
never tasted anything like it. The next day, predictably, you'll go
back for another piece of perfection. But this time, she won't offer
you “sweets for her sweet” for nothing. There will be strings
attached. Strings that require hard work and physical labor. Her
bedroom walls need to be painted. The cellar stairs need to repaired
and reinforced. Leaks in the attic and crawl spaces need caulking.
Before long, the tasks your assigned will become weirder and
increasingly difficult. But you'll do them, all right. You'll do
them and like doing them. Your addiction will be insuppressible and
you'll need to feed it with those curious confections. So, maybe
it's best not to be so polite with folks this month. Just say no.
You know how you are – once you get hooked on something, you just
can't help yourself...
Leo
(July 23 – August 22) – Please be extremely careful when it comes
to selecting the proper Halloween costume for yourself this year.
It's strongly advised that you pick a costume that you won't be
ashamed of in the future. In other words, choose a costume that has
positive connotations. For instance, it's recommended that you
consider dressing up as a brave firefighter, a fearless Arctic
explorer, an erudite professor (obsessed with the Baltic Sea
Anomaly), or a benevolent nurse. Stay away from dressing up as
Frankenstein's monster, hobos, gigantic killer rabbits, psychotic
butchers or anything thing of that ilk. According to the alignment
of the stars this October, it's quite likely the Leo will be greatly
influenced by the costume he or she decides to don on or around the
thirty-first. Whatever
you do,
do not pretend to be the worst beasts and fiends imaginable: Chad
Kroeger – the lead singer of Nickelback – or Naomi Campbell.
It's been foreseen that those who choose to dress up as Chad Kroeger
will begin to feel the effects of that decision almost immediately.
You'll begin to rhyme every other word you speak, groom your facial
hair like a complete idiot, and sing extremely bad sexual (and
aggressive) lyrics about women. For those who go the Naomi Campbell
route, it's inevitable that you'll begin making poor
dating/relationship choices, assaulting others with your cell phone,
losing your luggage frequently, and spitting on police officers.
Remember: these effects will be permanent. Do not take these
recommendations lightly.
Virgo
(August 23 – September 22) – It's time to stand up to your
partner. Unless, of course, you want something like this to happen
to you: Your husband, wife, or significant other is going to organize
a large Halloween party this October. This party will occur at your
house. Although it wasn't your idea – you don't even want to have
a party – you will be told to organize, as some like to say, “the
whole kit and caboodle.” You'll prepare the food, buy the best
beverages possible, and decorate the front yard. One hour before the
party, however, you'll get into an argument over the placement of an
animated, light-up scare-crow. You will argue that it's best to
place it in the coat closet. Your “loved” one will insist that
it should stand behind the shower curtain in the bathroom. Clearly,
you will lose this debate. The terrible part, though, is that not
only will you be defeated and insulted, but you will also be told to
relocate to the crawl space for the entire night. YOU WILL MISS THE
VERY PARTY THAT YOU WORKED SO HARD FOR, YOU FOOL!. Accordingly, you
will become insanely jealous of the merry-making going on in your
house during your uncomfortable stay in the crawl space. There will
be hooting, hollering, singing, and ecstatic cries of joy.
Eventually, however, you'll begin to crawl around and explore “every
nook and cranny,” as some like to say. Before long, you'll
discover a small doorway. You'll do your best to get through, and,
after awhile, you'll make it to the other side. All you'll see in
front of you will be a never-ending hallway with never-ending doors
on either side. Foolishly, your curiosity will get the better of you
and you'll begin to peek beyond doors that should never be
opened...Doors that will release entities, organisms, and creatures
that should never be liberated. You'll run back to the door the
leads to the crawl space, but you won't be able to fit through
it. You'll be stuck. Stuck. Stuck. Stuck. You'll think to
yourself, “well this is fitting, isn't it?
Libra
(September 23 - October 22) – There's a decent chance you're going
to be the guest of honor at an extraordinary All Hallow's Eve
gathering this October. Yes, you heard that right: you're finally
going to be truly wanted, not just mercifully included by your
frenemies and not-so-acquaintances. The problem, however, will be
the nature of the crowd that has chosen to accept you.
Unfortunately, the beings who desire your presence this Halloween
aren't going to be the sort of folks with which you normally like to
mingle – not by a long shot. Your evening will begin like many
other evenings that end particularly dreadfully: slowly and
uneventfully. First, you'll spend a little too much time adjusting
your cliché and unimaginative costume (you'll either dress up as a
cat, Harry Potter, an inappropriate policeman/nurse/teacher, a
vampire, or a Playboy Bunny). Then, once you get yourself “all
gussied up,” you'll meet your “friends” and start to hop from
one boring “soiree” to the next. Towards the end of the night,
though, as you make your way to the last party, you'll “accidentally”
become separated from your duplicitous entourage. One poor
navigational choice will lead to another, and, sooner than later,
you'll wind up standing in front of a dilapidated house – a home
that's been rightfully repossessed by nature's patient vines and
weeds. Although the place won't look fit to inhabit, you'll notice
people must be inside due to the candlelight peeking past the edges
of the drawn shades. You'll say to your drunken self “I guess this
must be the party,” and, in mere seconds, you'll open the front
door and happen upon a most peculiar collection of party-goers:
eleven cursed and corpse-like souls who look eerily similar to your
dead, vengeful ancestors. Without notice, they'll quickly and
silently pounce upon you, knock you out, and carry you off into the
night. When you regain consciousness, the first thing you'll see
will be animal bones as they fly through the air and land in a
hill-top bonfire. Suddenly, in a frightening fury, a fiendish
looking Jack-o'-lantern carriage will appear in front of you. The
gigantic coach driver, a Mr. Crom Cruach - the bloody crooked one –
will slowly step down from the driver's seat, pat his four jet-black
horses, and make his way over to your battered body. Yes, you've
probably figured it out by now: You're number twelve, and you know
what will happen next. It's truly a shame Crom Cruach likes to throw
humans, not bones, into massive bonfires. Perhaps you can avoid this
whole predicament: Stop relying on others too much, and, for Pete's
sake, watch where you're going.
Scorpio
(October 23 - November 21) – It will all come to a head for the
Scorpio on Saturday, October 26th, the night of the last
quarter moon. Starting on the first of October there will be a
substantial increase in the amount of spiders in your home. Grass
spiders, Ant Mimic spiders, Wood Louse spiders, Bold Jumper spiders,
Dark Fishing spiders – you name it – all of them will be
scurrying about, dashing under cabinets, hiding behind armoires, and
squatting in your favorite shoes. There's no doubt they'll be
lurking in your basement, your garage, your kitchen, and your attic.
You probably won't be able to catch them in action, but they'll
definitely surround you while you sleep, crawl into your mouth, and
lay eggs inside of your body. It won't be until the eighteenth or so
when the inexplicable arrival of spiders will be coupled with
unexplainable, chilling whispers. Yes, you heard correctly: a
breathy voice, a voice that could easily pass as male or female, will
begin to speak into your right ear. What the androgynous voice will
tell you will not be clear, however, as the eerie messages will be
barely audible and, seemingly, unintelligible. By Saturday the
twenty-sixth, you will be at your wit's end. By then, the mumble
murmur mystery will have turned you into a sad, uptight, angry, and
paranoid soul. Who is trying to speak to you??? Why can't he, she,
or it enunciate, communicate clearly, and use a normal tone of
voice??? After hearing one too many enigmatic and undecipherable
disclosures, you'll scream “Who are you? What do you want? Why
are you so god-damned annoying?” This time, you'll receive a
response. That hoarse, gravelly voice will say the following: “Why
don't you meet me in the tool shed and find out, you
dumb-piece-of-shit.” Whether you have a tool shed or not, you'll
look out the window and notice a stone path that leads straight to a
rickety looking shack with a structurally unsound roof. Since you
like to confront your demons, you'll go out the back door and head
straight to it. Big mistake. You'll open the door, enter the
shanty, and see nothing but a window in the corner with a perfect
view of the moon. You'll move towards it and see a spider's web
stretched over a pane of glass, illuminated by a pale blue light.
You'll look closer at it. You'll think to yourself “there's the
web, but where's the spider?” That's when you'll feel the touch.
An icy touch from behind. You'll look down to see what's grabbed
you, but you'll be too late. All you'll see will be blood running
down your pants, pooling on the floor. And then that voice will
gently whisper into your left ear: “My name is Ghost Fingers.
That's all you need to know.”
Sagittarius
(November 22 - December 21) – This October you are going to be
mistaken for someone else quite frequently. Starting at the
beginning of the month, people are going to confront you and say that
they “saw you creeping around downtown,” “picking your nose at
a cemetery,” and “wearing a cape, walking a skinny rat-like dog.”
One person will even claim to have seen you “blaring 'Rock You
Like A Hurricane' while sitting in a van at an abandoned Arby's
parking lot and eating a roast beef sandwich.” You'll be a little
annoyed - to say the least. You need your freedom, and even though
it wasn't you, you don't like the idea of people watching your
movements from afar. You'll tell these folks that the person they
saw was definitely someone else. But some will be oddly insistent –
even after you provide an alibi and explain that you were somewhere
else at the time. Alas, the situation will only get worse as the
month progresses. More and more friends and acquaintances will
report to you about your strange behavior. You'll refute all
accusations repeatedly, but your denials will make you look
just-plain-guilty in the eyes of the finger-pointers. People who
misunderstand and misquote Hamlet will enjoy saying “Methinks the
lady doth protest too much” each time they cross paths with you.
Understandably, you'll be more than irritated and totally frustrated.
Your blood pressure will rise, your temper will go from short to
non-existent, and you'll stop eating and sleeping. By the
seventeenth or so, accounts of your activities will indicate
that who ever you've been mistaken with has gone from being weird to
acting totally bizarre, evil, and violent. People will ask why you
were “peeping through windows with a flashlight under your chin”
and if you really did place a dead munchkin cat - dressed in
one of Balki Bartokomous' traditional Mypos outfits – on someone's
front door. Then, on Sunday, October the 20th, during the
Orionid Meteor Shower, you'll decide to go to Ghost Fingers World (or
a similar Halloween themed adventure park) with two or three of the
few friends you have left. Finally, you'll have a great time and
you'll be able to “forget all your troubles, forget all your
cares.” Just before you decide to go home, though, you'll decide
to go on the haunted Ghost Fingers hayride. Zombies will follow you,
vampires will appear from behind dark corners, and werewolves will
howl in your face. But towards the end of the ride, an individual
carrying a chainsaw and dressed up as Spongebob Squarepants, will
pull you and your friends off of the back of the wagon. To your
astonishment, Spongebob will quickly chainsaw your friends into
halves. He'll then turn to you, remove his mask, and you'll
encounter a familiar face. Who would have guessed the last person
you'd see on this earth would be an exact replica of yourself –
your evil, formerly unknown, twin.
Capricorn
(December 22 - January 19) – Towards the end of October you are
going to go for a pleasant walk through the woods with one of your
good friends. You'll feel rejuvenated as the watchful birch, the
powerful oak, and the mystical maple, accompany you on your peaceful
stroll and share their beautiful selection of red, orange, yellow,
and brown leaves. At some point during your saunter, though, this
tranquil and serene atmosphere will be interrupted when both of you
hear a fragile voice calling for help. The two of you will search
for the source of the feeble cry, but will find nothing – except
for a large, solitary, burnt tree trunk. You'll take a close look at
the dead, torched tree and discover that an expressionless, yet
nightmarish face has been carved into the blackened wood. You'll
raise your arm towards the evil visage and extend your pointer finger
towards it, but, just before you touch it, your friend will urge you
to reconsider making contact. You'll say “don't be such a ninny,”
and promptly place your entire palm on top of the nauseating noggin.
“See,” you'll say, “nothing happened.” But, later that
night, the two of you will part ways and you'll find out otherwise.
As you're standing at your door, you'll reach into your pocket for
your house key, fumble with it, and drop it to the ground. You'll
bend over, pick it up, stand up straight, and encounter a sinister
specter's reflection in the window: The Tumshie. You'll recognize
the face instantly: a decayed turnip-lantern-head with slits for eyes
and no nose. The only difference will be the teeth – long, jagged,
and sharp fangs that hunger for the taste of human flesh. The chase
starts. As you run, you'll hear the word Tumshie and the pounding of
a large bass drum over and over in your head. You'll go from house
to house, frantically seeking shelter, but to no avail. No one in
town will answer your pleas for help. Could it be possible that
nobody in your neighborhood is home? The Tumshie, however, will be
there for you. The Tumshie will be there for you all night, right on
your heels, and ready to slowly munch on your body as your heart
still feverishly beats. Let's hope you're able to outrun your new
most-dependable companion. Should you make it to dawn and see the
sunrise you just might survive. If not, you're most certainly
doomed. A couple words of advice: listen to your friends this month,
get yourself into tip-top running shape, and try to connect with your
neighbors and community. You never know when you'll need a helping
hand.
Aquarius
(January 20 - February 18) – Do not partake in any Halloween
festivities on Friday the eighteenth, the night of the Full Hunter's
Moon. Should you choose to do so, you'll find yourself stalking some
unusual prey: apples. True, that doesn't sound so bad, but you've
never really liked bobbing for anything, and apples aren't any
different. Accordingly, you'll do your darnedest to avoid having
anything to do with any unhygienic-forbidden-fruit-water-play.
Nevertheless, teams will form quickly and you won't be able to leave
the room before being “picked.” One woman, in particular, will
really twist your arm and use peer pressure against you. She'll
taunt you and say you're “a yellow-bellied-dandy-elitist” who
doesn't want to get “wet and wild” with some “locally farmed
Macouns and McIntosh apples.” Ultimately, you'll give in – after
all, Aquarius is Latin for Water Bearer – and perform quite well
for your oddly competitive bobbing team. When the contest is over
and you stand victorious, your apple nemesis will come over to you
and apologize for underestimating you. She'll then hand you one of
the apples you so swiftly plucked from the cold, but surprisingly
refreshing water. “I'm sorry,” she'll say, “bobbing for
apples turns me into a real asshole. Here's the winning apple you so
expertly removed from that chilly, saliva-infused, H20.” She'll
then add, “By the way, legend has it that if you place the winning
apple under your pillow, you'll have prophetic dreams that may reveal
a future lover.” Although you'll detest this woman and her use of
the word “lover,” you'll take the apple home with you. Right
before you go to sleep – even though it's childish and unlike you -
you'll remember to grab the apple and place it under your pillow.
You'll have one second thought and think to yourself, “Wait, why am
I following that lunatic's instructions?” but you'll proceed
regardless. When you wake up in the morning, you won't recollect
having any dreams at all – never mind the dream “legend”
suggested. Instead, you'll lift up your pillow and discover that the
apple beneath it underwent quite the change over night: it will be
rotten, mushy, filled with black holes and a horrifying worm. You'll
instantly take your pillow and carefully brush the apple to the floor
without touching it with your hand. You'll get up from bed and
immediately cleanse yourself in the bathroom. But, as you begin to
wash your face, you'll feel that something isn't quite right. You'll
straighten up, gaze into the mirror, and discover that your face
reflects the condition of the apple: rotten, mushy, filled with black
holes and a horrifying worm. Hmmm...Who was that woman, anyway? Did
she trick you with simple reverse psychology? Clearly, it's best to
stick to your guns this October. Stay away from stupid party
pastimes. Stick to parlour games like Tiddlywinks, and please, don't
be so gullible.
Pisces
(February 19 - March 20) – The fact that Uranus will be at
opposition on Thursday, October third will motivate you to experience
fall at its fullest and visit an apple orchard. You'll arrive at
Ghost Fingers Orchard (or a similar orchard) early in the afternoon
and discover that it's a bit different compared to the orchards
you've seen in the past. It won't be busy at all – only the owners
will be there – and the passageways, land, and trees will go on for
what seems like forever. Much to your delight, the apple trees will
be densely packed together in rows and will form a haphazard maze of
sorts. Before long, you'll wander into an older part of the orchard
that intermingles with a curious, forgotten, and neglected cemetery.
You'll look around at what remains of the headstones, statues,
mausoleums, and obelisks, but you'll soon decide to head back due to
an uneasy feeling that's difficult, if not impossible, to explain.
As you transition from the cemetery area to the main part of the
orchard, you will happen upon a stone wall and a squeeze stile.
Right when you make your way through the stile, you will experience a
psychic episode that will include images of a winged insect, a steep
hill, and a bridge. Weeks will go by and you'll slowly forget about
your vision, but it will endure, shelved in the deep recesses of your
mind. But late one night, towards the end of October, you'll find
yourself in your bed-time clothes, walking up a tree-lined path.
Although noctambulism has never been a serious issue for you, it will
appear that you've done quite a bit of sleepwalking. That's when
you'll see it – a person walking atop a bridge, unaware of a
beastly creature following her. Whatever is behind this
bridge-walker will gain ground fast and give you the feeling it's not
there to help. Rather, its intent seems to be to dispose of her with
a swift push into the deep, dark river that lazily meanders sixty
yards beneath her feet. You'll attempt to scream and warn her, but
your yells will be jammed, or thwarted, by a bizarre clicking sound
that emanates from above you. That's when you'll look up and see a
colossal winged monster staring down at you, its enormous red eyes
boring a hole into your heart.