Samhain
For years, the old house on the hill stood, dark and austere amongst the tall maple trees. Its large porch seemed as skeletal ribs to a brooding bulk of peeling paint and rotting fixtures. On Halloween night, after all the trick-or-treaters had gone to bed and the porch lights had gone out, a fire could be seen reflected off the canopy in the back yard and strange howls and cries could be heard late into the night. And if one were to look into that yard, they would see blood-smeared bodies dancing about the bonfire.