Halloween is drawing to a close by Sandra Sookoo

...and all the ghosties and ghoulies should be leaving our world for theirs.

Oh wait, excuse me while I chase that last one out of here with a broom... Dang, he didn't want to go until I gently reminded him that he could visit again this time next year :-)

I love writing about ghosts. It's fascinating to me to entertain the thought that they can more readily visit our world on that one night. I'm sure I'll write another story with a ghost in it. I can't seem to help myself.

Anyway, the candles are showing their last flickers. The fires in the hearths are dying down. Black cats are done prowling. The bats have found somewhere safe to sleep before the dawn. If you listen closely, you can hear the last, weak chirp of the cricket before the frost claims him, the weary hoot of an owl as she returns to her tree after a night of hunting. The light of the moon frosts the landscape in shivery silver light and gently draws a blanket of sleep across the world.

With one soft exhalation of breath, I extinguish the dripping candles and pull closed the lacy curtains at the window. My broom is resting in the corner until it's needed again, either to clean the house or go for a joy ride...

Goodnight fellow writers and readers. Sleep tight in the knowledge that this night of revelry is over and a good time was had by all. Please join in my giving hearty congratulations to Annie for setting this whole thing up and hosting such a grand event. And thanks also to all the guest posters :-)


Until the next time, always check the shadows...