You should know it’s the time of year, when witches and ghosts appear. If you look very carefully, there’s a goblin behind that tree. Well I must say, don’t you run away, because it might be me. It might be me.
That was the song I remember singing in fourth grade music class. We gathered under the fluorescent lights of the music room and scared ourselves a little imagining the ghosts and ghouls that might roam loose on Halloween night as helpless children wandered from door to door hoping to receive their bouny before the horrors began snatching bodies.
Of course, being the 1980’s, we were also terrified of the monsters who would poison a child with their candy, or cut their throats from the inside with a razor in their apple, not a single actual case of which seems to have ever happened. Urban legends in suburban settings.
The kids hope to pilfer at least a mile of chocolate this evening. They will be a pajama party, complete with hats and noise makers, and new pajamas to sleep in over this winter. Double duty on the costumes. Mission accomplished!