It was Halloween night, cloudy and dark and there was no moon to shed any light.
The moist night air clung to our garb and fog clouded our view to add to our plight.
There we were, standing beneath the chestnut tree when we heard a rustling sound.
It started as a low moan but soon became shrill, causing my heart to pound.
Eyes wide open and neither able to speak we search for the source of the noise.
We both held our breath and wanted to run but then a voice said, ďAre you afraid, little boys.Ē
Both Jimmy and I know the pitch of that voice it was our Sister, Sue.
ďWhy do you scare us half to death,Ē we complained. ďHave you nothing better to do?Ē
Our sister simply laughed and stepped from behind the tree but then she simply vanished.
We heard her cries but they sounded far away and suddenly the cries were vanquished.
Now the fear we had felt when we first heard her voice was replaced with a new fear of things that are unseen.
This is the kind of fireside story we used to share on Halloween.
Do you believe in ghosts and goblins and things that go bump in the night?
If you do, I am sure there is not a child on the Earth who does not share your plight.