The invasion began when I turned the calendar to ‘October.’ Orange lights appeared along the eaves of the house across the road, followed by a gigantic glow-in-the-dark purple spider. Down the street, zombies began clawing their way from the depths of a front lawn. Another home has become the nightly haunting of a huge, ephemeral floating phantom lady, her robes flapping in the breeze as she collects falling red leaves in her tangled hair. The entire neighborhood is overrun with skeletons, dried cornstalk sheaves, and glowing orange jack-o’-lanterns.
Then there are the witches. In the cul-de-sac, three shadowy sisters stir a bubbling brew in an ebony caldron. Next door to the zombies, there was an accident. A novice crash-landed into the doorway, her pointy shoes, green and black stockings, and broken broom create a gapers block. An old crone terrorizes the corner, harassing the white ghost girl.
Their stories run amok, and I chase them, trying to record as much detail as possible, preserving the magic in my notebook which is bursting at the seams. There is a natural urge to pack, store, and prepare for the long winter’s nights. When the snow flies and the winds howl, I will sit next to my fire and write.
What is your favorite aspect of Halloween?
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
Halloween seems to have fused with autumn, the crisp smell and kaleidoscope colour of fallen leaves, the damp chill that permeates everything. The way it always looks misty until the sun struggles to make an appearance…
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Oh, that is the best part. Right now I am waiting for the rains to pass.
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The color, the magic. They seem more potent at this time of year. I hope you have a splendid Hallowe’en. And All Saints’. And All Souls’.
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Best of the season to you as well, my friend. 🎃🍁🍂
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Thank you for the reblog, Charles ✨💖✨
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