It's all in the details...

[billyduran]

A ghoul lays inanimate in the post-party desolation Sunday.






A tiny pumpkin slowly decaying with age.




The pumpkin on the left met it's end Sunday afternoon at the hands of my band of militant squirrels.




Before the party and the food was placed out, the dining room table was centered with a skeleton wearing a diabolical electrocution device on it's head.




Pre-party shot of living room from the dining room.




Pre-party nook off living room.




The day after, bloody candle wax sits hardened in the oppressive sunlight.




The mantle of doom.




The fireplace, post-party. A sarcophagus and shrine of death.




The living room from the windows back with a very messy kitchen in the distance.




Post-party nook shot.




A monster spider dangling on a string in the kitchen.




I cut myself shaving. Ahhhhh!




"Snakes! Why did it have to be snakes!"




I've been working on my legs. Do you like them?




A commado Barbie left his/her machine gun the night before.




On the headhunter's patio, a victim dangles from the rafters.




Another shrunken head.




Rockwell never told me the pots he gave me had bodies in them!




That's gotta hurt.




Pink flamingos from hell!




Bat demon




Mirrors are doorways to the other side.




More corpses in my flowerpots.




Belding's lounge area in the former bedroom.




No Halloween party is complete without a rotting severed head and marshmallow peeps.




Not quite My Left Foot.




Smile!




Igor, what was the name on the brain you took?




I love the classic halloween decorations.




Spiderwebs like a lance dividing the living room from the dining room.




The skulls....




Alexander is not so great under eons of cobwebs.




Is baby hungry?




It's an Ikea Halloween!




They stay fresher on ice.




Rats.




Little bat on the front door.




My apartment door.




Just hanging out.




This 12' Walgreens monster I had hanging outside on the balcony.




The gargoyle on the other side. I kinda like it. Might keep it out there year round.




This is what I felt like Sunday morning.




The collar was a bit tight.




Belding's mask.




Everywhere I look, spiderwebs!




The Angel of Death, coming to take me away. Finally!