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….
I love Halloween. For me, it is really a non-holiday that is all about fun. We get to dress up and pretend we are someone or something else, eat our favorite candy, ooh & ah over all the little ones who are in costume and, if we’re lucky, have trick or treaters come to our door on Halloween night. What is there not to like about that. As Halloween approaches it triggers many memories, my true treasure. As always there is one memory that always stands out from all the rest. Here, is my story.