Halloween

FRIGHT NIGHT WHEN THE MOON’S COLD BEAM ON THE HEADSTONES GLEAM AND THE GRAVEYARD GLISTENS WITH DEW

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WHEN THE EERIE WIND IN THE SHIVERING PINES MEANS SOMETHING’S WATCHING YOU WHEN WEREWOLVES HOWL AND VAMPIRES PROWL THE DARK OCTOBER NIGHT AND FROM FAR OFF COMES THE DREADFUL CRY AS LOST SOULS MOURN THEIR PLIGHT ‘TIS HALLOWEEN AND THE CELTIC GHOSTS ARE FREED FROM CRYPT AND TOMB AND IN YOUR DREAMS THE BANSHEE KEENS HER CHILLING WAIL OF DOOM WILLIAM BEDFORD