I’ve never tried contacting Houdini on Halloween - he seems like he’d be pretty busy that day. Plus, I have no personal connection to him. A familial descendant of Houdini seems like they should have priority of his ethereal time over the scores of wannabe spiritualistic hucksters looking to use the great magician’s name to make a quick buck or impress a potential suitor.
No, Houdini on Halloween is not for me. I have my own personal spirit to contact on All Hallows Eve, although I haven’t yet tried. You see, two years ago, my father died on Halloween, forever hence altering this formerly fun day of innocent spookiness and tasty candy to one of mourning and regret. Not long after the initial shock wore off, however, I kept having gnawing thoughts about the particular timing of dad’s demise. Surely, as a magician and appreciator of spiritualism memorabilia, the timing of the death (Halloween, for Pete’s sake!) was telling me something - that I should try to conduct my own seance to reach the other world and communicate with my very own personal spirit contact.
This previous test will allow us to proceed to the matter of asking my spirit father some specific questions (yes or no, of course), using two of his childhood school chalk-writing slates. “Is it going to rain later today?” might be an inquiry, for example. Or, “Do you realize what a number you’ve done on your children, Dad?” However he responds, it will be in the unmistakable hand of a confident and bright eight-year-old lad from Roxbury, Massachusetts.
This dramatic and informative written session might well lead into an audio encounter using an old sports bullhorn from dad’s high school track days. Are those sounds of running feet we hear?
At some point, we might even receive an unexpected visit from Nana, whose ectoplasmic-type stiff hand that I remove from a keepsake box suddenly moves, then crumples into a ball.