The moon is full. The cat is up. The pumpkin is grinning. Tonight, anything is possible.
Spooky Halloween Messages
Atmospheric, spooky Halloween messages — the kind for full moons, candle-lit pumpkins, and the thinning veil.
Listen — at midnight, the wind moves differently. Tonight, leave a candle in the window. Just in case.
They say the veil is thin tonight. Be kind to the strange noises. Some of them are visitors.
The pumpkin you carved is watching the street. Let it. That's its job tonight.
The owls know things tonight. So do the porch cats. So does the wind. Listen carefully.
In the orange light of the jack-o'-lantern, the shadows move a little slower. That's how you know it's working.
Tonight the witches don't hide. Tonight the ghosts walk the porch. Tonight the dog stares at corners. Halloween.
The leaves are dry. The path is dark. The doorbell is ringing. Open it. They're only kids. (Probably.)
Tonight, between the streetlamps and the porch lights, there are spaces where strange things have always been allowed. Be kind to them.
The wind tonight has a kind of memory in it. October knows what it's doing.
A black cat crossed the lawn. The porch light flickered. Somewhere a kid in a bedsheet just remembered the rules.
Tonight is the one night the ghosts in the attic are allowed to come downstairs. Leave the kettle on. Just in case.
The candle in the pumpkin will not blow out. The wind tries. The wind is wrong tonight.
Tonight, the wolves in your dreams have permission. Let them run. They'll be gone by sunrise.
October ends tonight. Whatever wanted to be remembered, will be. Whatever wanted to come back, may. That's the bargain.
The fog rolled in at exactly 7:42. Right on schedule. The pumpkins approved.
Tonight the trees know your name. Don't be alarmed. They knew it last October too.
The smallest ghost on your porch is six years old. She's after the candy, not the soul. Be generous on both counts.
The crow on the fence is watching. He always is. Tonight, however, he might wave back.
Tonight, in the dark beyond the porch light, there are stories. Light a candle anyway. Just in case.
Old bones, old houses, old leaves. October is patient. Halloween knows when to arrive. It always does.
The moon is fat and bright tonight. The trees are bare and wise. The porch is open. The bowl is full. Come.
There is a creak in the floorboards your house has never made before. Tonight, don't ask. Tonight, leave it alone.
The wind through the dry corn sounds almost like laughing. Or whispering. Tonight, you don't have to know which.
Tonight, what's gone visits. What's old wakes. What's been waiting steps quietly into the kitchen. Leave a chair pulled out. Just in case.