A poem (adapted from Fannie Stearns Davis) to get you into the Halloween mood:
I am almost afraid of the wind out there,
the dead leaves skip on the porches bare,
the windows clatter and whine,
I sit here in the quiet house...low lit,
with the clock that ticks and the books that stand,
wise and silent on every hand.
I am almost afraid, though I know the night,
lets no ghost walk in the warm lamplight,
yet ghost, there are; and they blow, they blow...
out in the wind and the scattering snow;
when I open the windows when I go to bed,
will the ghosts come in and stand by my head?
Have a fantastic BOO! night tonight :)