Hi. I’m Jess.
I’m 38, I have four kids ranging from four to seventeen, and I have wanted a simple spooky life for as long as I can remember.
Fall does something to me. It always has. The air changes, the light changes, and something in me just wakes up. Some of my best childhood memories happened in October, in the cold air and the dark streets and the porch lights glowing orange down the block. Halloween felt like the one night a year the whole world was in on something together, and I’ve been chasing that feeling ever since.
That’s what Last Porch Light is.
It’s a nostalgia driven journey back to the times when Halloween had color, when kids roamed neighborhoods until the last porch light went off, when a plastic mask and a pillow case and the whole night ahead of you was enough. I miss those days, so I write about them here.
But it’s more than nostalgia. I love folklore, ghost stories, a good thunderstorm, a horror movie that actually gets under my skin, and a true crime documentary that keeps me up past midnight. I collect vintage home decor, I cook, I craft, I read, and I once wanted to be a storm chaser. I still want to be a paranormal investigator at least once, even if it kills me.
Here you’ll find folklore deep dives, Halloween history, ghost stories from across America, cozy recipes, DIY projects, nostalgia essays, and whatever else the Fall vibe drags in with it.
Pull up a chair. The porch light is still on here!