Every halloween the roof tiles of that old haunted house became a xylophone with spectral sticks held by ghostly hands making a strange music for damaged souls.
It was an empty pasture, save for every halloween eve, when a spectral house would appear with a pathway to the road.
That haunted house never had smoke from its chimney nor lights though the broken window panes, yet every halloween night it had both.
I could have sworn I saw the entire haunted house bend into some kind of halloween smile as October 31st came nearer - as if the spirit of the house needed to a grin and its weathered boards were only to happy to be so very flexible.
With a roof that waved as good as any sea in a gale and cobwebs that showed spiders were right at home, the haunted halloween house opened its door all by itself and called for new souls to enter.
It was my kind of halloween haunted house, not the the kind where they make it as horrific as possible, but one more "Adams Family," or "Monster's Inc." themed. It was funny and family friendly. I'll never forget the halloween my youngest became terrified of masks, three years old and someone thought it was okay to "Freddy Krueger" him on the street. He couldn't deal with masks for years after that... years!
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