It’s Halloween and the friendly ghost that appears every Halloween

is at it again, changing the furniture around, blowing out the candles

and eating all the candy he can find, he has a sweet tooth you know.

The television is on, there’s no one in the room and Casper the Friendly

ghost is playing; pop corn and soda bottles are sitting on the coffee

table, evidence that the friendly ghost have an appetite for junk food.

Trick or treaters are at the door, what are the chances they would

believe a friendly ghost ate all the goodies.  Lights are flickering

on and off on the front porch, the door mat is moving all by itself

from one end of the porch to the other.

Broom Hilder, the witch is flying around all by herself, running

the children off in all different directions, giving me a way out

of not having to explain why I have no goodies to give them.

Back in the house, there’s a trail of cookie crumbs leading to the

back door in the kitchen, down the steps into the back yard

where the friendly ghost disappears every Halloween at midnight.