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Text Box:    By Cynthia DiSciullo and William Zigmont

EXCERPT:  Breaking the slithering current of darkness, candlelight radiated from carved pumpkins, from a variety of luminaries, and from the hearth, bickering fire spit ash and ember as a pinecone exploded, momentarily startling those nearby.  They unconsciously huddled closer, avoiding the shadow-dripping corners that emitted trepidation and leaned toward dread, a voice, deep, mature yet somewhat hushed as if not wishing to gain notice of dozing spirits and maundering phantoms spoke, “Twenty years ago, October 31, 1983 was a day I’ll forever remember.

EXCERPT:  Boo… boo… boooo…

                 Did I scare you…

                 No… no… noooo…

Fear did not grow…

EXCERPT:  Screams seemed to ricochet through the eerie mansion that had been draped with cobwebs, dangling spiders and crawling critters.  People made up to resemble corpses popped out at odd intervals.  Curdling shrieks erupted after moments of silence, eliciting more screams from customers that wove their way through the haunted house.  Susie Drake was unmoved.  She even yawned at one point. 

EXCERPT:  Ronny found Sunny in the kitchen reading the bulletin board.  He asked, “What are you reading?”  He playfully pushed her. “Warning, a Mt. Cuba sighting!”

                 “Out of this world.  Someone put up this poem.  It is about Halloween.  It is funny.”

                 “Let me see.”

Ronny peered over her  right shoulder and read:

EXCERPT:  I have lived in Delaware all my life and the term older than dirt is beginning to apply to me, took classes at the University of Delaware, and spent plenty of time in the Newark area; live there now.  Boogie Run a.k.a. Creek Road or Crick Road just off of Cleveland Avenue was a hang-out for young people.  The rural road took one deep into the woods.  Many youth would go there to socialize.

EXCERPT:  Just after the Weewilliwoodracks went to bed,

                 Lisa heard a scream that brings great dread.

From Jenny’s room came the boom de boom,

                 A shuttering sound riddled with doom de gloom.

Then she heard a voice talking,

ALL HALLOWS' EVE ~ HALLOWEEN-4th - 8th   A spooky night for Mr. Matters.

BOO… BOO… BOOO…! ~HALLOWEEN-EASY    Ghosts can be fun.        

THE ULTIMATE SCARE  ~ HALLOWEEN-4th - 8th   This haunted house surprised.                

SCARES OF HALLOWEEN NIGHT ~ HALLOWEEN-READ TO     Halloween poetry.

GHOSTS WITH FINE TASTE ~ HALLOWEEN-READ TO    Poetic play on Halloween.

HALLOWEEN HORROWS ~ HALLOWEEN-4th - 8th       A ghostly tale in poem form.

Halloween

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