Literature
A Mad Halloween
Our tale begins on a cold autumn night, when the ghosts and ghouls come out to play, when gruesome, ghastly creatures slink out from the depths of the underworld to relish in one night of freedom and abandon, haunting the living and cavorting with their fellow undead. A night when you feel chills go up your spin and you cannot say why, when you feel watching eyes upon you as you walk through streets bathed in moonlight, where pumpkins flash eerie grins and cobwebs cover all like a macabre version of snow.
In other words, it was Halloween, and the author is trying to channel her inner Edgar Allen Poe to set the atmosphere for what is really