The Witching Hour: #Story (Poem)
The Witching Hour by Susan Cooper
There’s a chill in the air. The wind blows gently. The leaves rustle and move. The night is dark and the moon is full. It’s the Witching Hour…
The Witching Hour by Susan Cooper
There’s a chill in the air. The wind blows gently. The leaves rustle and move. The night is dark and the moon is full. It’s the Witching Hour…
For a few years, we had not been around when Halloween arrived at our house. However, last year we were. We had purchased some candy, anticipating that we would only see a few “Trick or Treaters”. The time had arrived and no one came. We sat in the living room near the front door reading a book or two. Then the doorbell rang….