Some people are born for Halloween, and some are just counting the days until Christmas.
I love Halloween, and I love that feeling: the cold air, the spooky dangers lurking around the corner.
When witches go riding, and black cats are seen, the moon laughs and whispers, 'tis near Halloween.
When witches go riding, and black cats are seen, the moon laughs and whispers, 'tis near Halloween.
Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen, voices whisper in the trees, 'Tonight is Halloween!'
Halloween was confusing. All my life my parents said, 'Never take candy from strangers.' And then they dressed me up and said, 'Go beg for it.'
Halloween wraps fear in innocence, as though it were a slightly sour sweet. Let terror, then, be turned into a treat.