Category: Halloween
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The Hour Approaches
Through the mists of time and falling leavesThings alter appearance dramaticallyShadows form and colours changeSome things appear and others fadeAs the night draws in with its nocturnal powerIn preparation for the Witching Hour
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Then it was gone
Is it a mirage?A figment? Distant ghostly laughter far out to sea?And an object of my imagination?Out there on the horizon is a pirate ship. Large and solid although blackened by shadow. It appears at the same place at the same time every night. And a minute later it fades from view. Not that it…
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Clowns and Dolls
Who nEeds clowns when there are dOlls around? SniGGers and titters and wHispers abound. frighTful looks and sudDen movEment FróM thEsE beings who areN’t quite human BLank painTed eYes and red bUttoN noSes SinistEr grIns anD iNstant psychosis TherE’s somebody theRe – no it’s just a shAdow, broUghT about foR the Eve of All Hallows,…
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In-Flight Entertainment
Appearing positively green as she flew by the light of the Moon, Crumbella giggled and cackled, and chuckled and gurgled with delight as she pointed her old faithful, Bent Wanda, to any unfortunates who happened to see her. Spotting an elderly gentleman pointing up at her, she returned the rude gesture with Bent Wanda, and…
The Mansionic Perspective 