HALLOWEEK 2020: Six Playlists For Six Halloween Moods

by Clair Willden and Luke Hauge

It's day two of Halloweek, and we, the Sad Goose editorial team, are excited to bring you a collection of six short-and-sweet (with one notable exception, which is sweet but not at all short) playlists we've whipped up for just this occasion. Why six? Well, American tradition has long accepted that there are only six moods a person might have on Halloween, from the typical and well-loved feeling that there's someone just out of your field of vision but you're certain that they're watching you to the widely-censured but time-honored certainty that we've all gotta snap sometimes.
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This means that the next time you're walking alone through a graveyard, tossing and turning in bed as the ghost of a former lover wordlessly observes you from across the room, or just casually sharpening a knife in your shed while muttering to yourself, queue up one of these playlists and celebrate Halloween in style!

​Mood: You're being haunted by a ghost, but the ghost is history, capitalism, and/or your own sins.

​Mood: You don't remember writing the story that populates the neatly stacked pages on your desk. In your Remington typewriter, a blank page is ready to receive more text.

Mood: Outside your window, the wind howls. The streetlight has been out for months and it's a new moon. This is what we mean when we talk about darkness.

Mood: Calmly, you back away from the body before you, with its familiar and unfamiliar face. The blood that pools around its head is thick and still-warm. But you turn away from it: there's no way you're actually dead.

Mood: You've always been prone to late-night walks. The cool air on your face, the quiet stillness of a calm autumn evening. Tonight, though, something is different. The breeze that whistles through the trees makes the leaves rattle like a dying breath and though you don't see anyone, you can feel their eyes upon you.

Mood: Before you appears a knife, real or imagined. You've been wronged for the last time. It's Fortunato's turn to be walled in; hell is empty and all the devils are inside your vengeful heart.