It is the time of the year for ghosts, goblins and all things supernatural.  It is a time for pumpkin pie, candy and apple cider with cinnamon simmering away on the stove.  Then as the darkness of night returns earlier and earlier each day, it is a time to tell ghost stories.

One of my all time favorite ghost stories/haunted house stories is Shirley Jackson's The Haunting of Hill House.  I read the book when I was 13 or 14 years old...and then this time of the year I return to it again for my annual dose of thrills and chills.  Two movies have been made based upon this book.  The black & white version from 1963 I believe to be the better version...and I do have that movie line up via Amazon to watch tonight.

So...Happy Halloween...and I leave with the words of the epilogue to The Haunting of Hill House:

"Hill House itself, not sane, stood against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood for eighty years and might stand for eighty more.  Within, its walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill house, and whatever walked there walked alone."

Boo!

​E'nuff...  

Yesterday we had the first snow of the season.  It caught all of us by surprise both in its earliness and in its intensity.  Yet it was magical.  I am blessed.

Today's Daily Word from Unity captures my feelings perfectly:  "I give thanks for each experience that has brought opportunities for personal growth and transformation. I am gratefully and wonderfully blessed."

E'Nuff!