Thriller

Darkness falls across the land. 

The midnight hour is close at hand. 

Creatures crawl in search of treats. 

To terrorize your darkened streets...

We give grateful thanks to that annual US Halloween import: endless news items about things most "spooksome", all set to Michael Jackson's Thriller, for maximum chill factor.

However I do not appreciate that other American "holiday" (its just an evening!) custom, the Tricking and the Treating. The English of course are immune to that unexpected knock on the door, being raised as we are on a diet of Cherry Door knocking and Knock Down Ginger. (if you aren't aware of this childhood prank then do please rush to your local UK embassy or High Commission and knock on the door)

This year of course, we completely forgot to buy some sweet treats to throw at the little ghouls and goblins, which of course usually invites the wrath of the miserable parent waiting for their horrible tricksters at the end of the drive. Not wishing to encounter any damage to our garden this year I decided to lay low and ignore any knocks form the "other side".....

The first came at 4.30, as I lay low, surrounded by books and my ipad (no TV as that would alert them to my presence) The dogs barked and howled, and eventually after many taps the ghouls went away)
This was repeated every few minutes, as the procession of vile costumes continued apace.
Hark! My phone beeped.....Had they worked out how to trick or treat by text? Thankfully no it was Glenn.

"Shall I get some lollies?"

"YES!, I'm trapped in the house surrounded by the undead, all manner of foul demons, witches, warlocks, wolves, orcs, plus  Batman and a goat.

After yet more hidden spectral manifestations at the door, the lollies arrived and I felt sufficiently armed like a Victorian vicar replete with garlic and silver.

Time to succumb to the inevitable......Switch on the Pumpkin light

Aaaaarrrrgggghhh!