A full moon glowed through the mist, chillingly.
The eerie silence pressed in like a heavy blanket.
Pumpkins glared down, the faces of the long forgotten dead;
Ventriloquists’ dummies stared out of shop-fronts, twitching, moving;
A murder of crows huddled in a tree, cloaked, watching.
Rotting tree limbs reached out as if groping blindly for children to catch;
Skeletal figures stood silhouetted against dim flickering street-lamps.
In the cemetery, hunched figures hid watching, listening from the shadows.
Long dark shadows sprawled out, concealing the unknown.
This was a Halloween like no other!