Ah!, for this night I’ve long been waiting, patiently with such a tired mind anticipating, for everything which it holds in store, a night of deceit and surprise, as this town watches while the pale moonlight rises, the chaos waits and will soon be cascading, across this wretched neighborhood of which the light is all but now faded.

Relief now, with my heart now racing, once again in anticipation, while goblins wreak havoc on streets and sidewalks galore, because this is the night that they show in the light, to the believers who see them, and haunt the others whom have forgotten their lore, as always it will be, until their time on this earth is no longer, no more.  

While the lamps on each post, provide a somewhat soft amber glow, the ghost of each shadow stir with attention, one second a blur, the second thereafter a mere mortal soul, and while the evening of minutes, they don’t seem to age, the stories being born this night will fill many page.  

Does the anticipation of this magical evening, and my heart over flowing with feeling, mean I’m one of the dead and nothing more, or is my spirit somehow lifted, knowing that all of the gifted, they have visited my dreams, responsible for my memories of elation, in turn, spawning the situation that this October pines for?

For decades of this life I’ve anxiously awaited this months last day, for reasons so compelling, yet of which I don’t know, tis the spelling of what’s to be, it will be required to learn as I grow, still as much as I want it to be, all is not right, it’s a heart missing a beat, anticipating time, the time of Halloween’s night.  

Swear, I do, that I have died time and time before, only to come back again, for the part of life I have come to adore, a night so wonderful, so mischievous, so more, and the ghouls of October’s last day will be welcome, always welcome at this haunted homes door.