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The moon travels its silent path, as it rises over the earth, Halloween arrives. A ghostly scream cries out seeming coming from all directions at once. The high drifting clouds part and a blue radaince shines down from the moon above. Creepy Halloween treats sparkle into existance on a small flat rock in a forest clearing.
Stones set in the mossey clearing begin to rise upwards and become impromptu benches and chairs as the area begins to look set for a gathering. Unnoted before, a small pillar of rock comes into the pale moonlight. A old book folds itsself open covering the top of the pedistal. The book reads
"Tis but once a year, but on all hallows eve the spirts of the departed can cross the boundry betwixt this realm and the next. Some come to watch over those they left behind, some come for mischif, some come eing alive once again. But the only certian thing is that they do come... for good or ill, tonight we dance with the departed ones"
