On the stoops of porches and tucked along bushes sit orange, flickering orbs. With their jagged smiles and countless expressions, they greet those knocking on doors. The night is filled with tiny goblins, all begging for treats to fill their bags. How they love Halloween. But, that’s not the best part of the eve.
After the final knock of the door and the last deadbolt locked, the tired eyes of the world slowly shut. Now, the rustling and crackling begins to sound. Mysterious voices hail from the wind. Outside the window, an amber blush fills the sky.
All the carved lanterns have been patiently waiting for their flames to die out, for that’s when their candles succumb to the night. Leaving a speck of ember, as a small beacon telling all, “it’s almost time.” The Tricksters and Treatsters are abed sleeping, lost in their sweet candy dreams…unaware of the fun that is on the way.
Finally, it’s time to come out!
Black cats tip toe lightly upon neighborhood fences. Witches unpack their bags of tricks and potions beaming with rapturous fun. Jack and his friends, whose torches turned into whispers, have smoke bellowing through their eyes and out of their snouts. But, theses reapers of the night can’t forget their most favorite guest yet…”Wake up, silly ghost, your party’s about to begin.”
Falling into deep slumber, you begin to tumble into wicked dreams. The rumpled sheets become drenched with your sweat. There are visions and the sounds of haunting surprise. Zombies are dancing out in the streets and toads parachuting with spider’s webs, crashing the scene. The table overflows with sweet tasty bits along with tempting, grotesque foods that are sure to please. An empty platter sits in the middle of the table…it’s main course is missing; perfect timing – a hearse pulls up.
You try to crawl your way from the wagon, but you can’t due to the paralyzing fright. Your head begins to throb and your stomach, how it aches. It’s as though someone whacked your head and scraped out your guts. You’re then swept up in the Hallow’s rave, carried to the table and laid on your grave. And, with a wee torch stuffed inside ya, you illuminate the night. It’s then you notice how the tables have turned…when those innocent days of carving pumpkins seemed like so much fun.
—You always wondered what happened after the pumpkin’s light went out.
There’s a haunting in the light that comes from the cauldron’s fire. Your eyes follow the sounds from around the room, until you stop just short of screaming. That’s when you see your doom. There’s a murder of crows gathered around the altar. The hag’s iron kettle boils with a rancid concoction. The gala begins.
The night fills with chilling roars and ill-fated rales. The music is fueled with haunting spells; where monsters and werewolves are getting down. And, as they stand hungrily around your display, that’s when you hear a boiling scream. It’s then when you open your eyes and gasp for air and see a laughing pumpkin leaning over, asking, “are you having fun yet”?
Then the room becomes hazy and begins to spin. You fear whatever madness is coming next. And, just as the last log on the fire turns to ash, thats when the first rays of dawn come crashing through—the party’s over.
Your internal flame begins to quickly fade, as the centaurs say good night to the moon. It’s then when your eyes catch the night’s silvery smoke rising above the rooftop, as it clutches a piece of your soul. You begin running, clawing and trying to jump up; while crying out, “Give it back; I wanna go home.”
The nightmarish tossing and turning comes to a stop, with a big thunk. Sensing your moaning, you try to wake up. But, you’re lost in a blur, wondering if any of the night was real. A sound nearside returns your terrible fright. As you ebb back towards the edge of dream, you utter a last whisper… “Oh no, not again!”.
Then, as loving arms gently swoop you up, you hear her sweet voice saying, “Pumpkin, it’s time to get you back into bed.”
Carmel apples and sweet candy corn,
Spiders creeping across the floor,
Hobgoblin stories ‘till early morn,
Halloween is fun—Never More.
Safe & Happy Halloween 🎃
-v.
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