Biting wind blows through leafless, broken branches of skeletal trees, raising a haunting melody. Skeletons and ghosts awaken and link arms, dancing in time around long-forgotten graves, now vacant. Wide grins plastered on gaunt, pale faces. Hollow laughs ring out in the night air, echoing like the howls of a thousand wolves. They call to us, urging us to join them in their eerie merriment. We rise from our earthen graves beneath these cracked headstones and join them for this night—this Hallows Eve only. We will dance until dawn by the light of the full harvest moon and come sunrise, we will be gone, leaving behind not a trace of our presence, until next year when we shall rise and dance through the night once more.
