The sky grew orange and pink, a pale ghost of the full moon appeared above Salem, waiting to glow brilliant in the velvet black hiding just beyond the twilight.
Amber Newberry, One Night in Salem (via: gildedautumnvelvet)
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The sky grew orange and pink, a pale ghost of the full moon appeared above Salem, waiting to glow brilliant in the velvet black hiding just beyond the twilight.
Amber Newberry, One Night in Salem (via: gildedautumnvelvet)
“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.”
By George Carlin (via: gildedautumnvelvet)
It’s a perfect night; a cold, dark, moonless, starless night, a night perhaps, when ghosts can walk...
Barnabas Collins, Dark Shadows, Episode 345 (via: gildedautumnvelvet)
The harvest moon glows round and bold, in pumpkin shades outlined in gold, illuminating eerie forms, unnatural as candied corn. Beware what dare crawl up your sleeve, for ‘‘tis the Night called Hallows Eve.
Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes (via: gildedautumnvelvet)
Halloween shadows played upon the walls of the houses. In the sky, the Halloween moon raced in and out of the clouds. The Halloween wind was blowing, not a blasting of wind, but a right-sized swelling, falling, and gushing of wind. It was a lovely and exciting night, exactly the kind of a night Halloween should be.
Eleanor Estes, The Witch Family (via: gildedautumnvelvet)
The wind was still. Not a leaf🍂stirred. High above, a full moon🌖appeared like a cloudy eye that stared, unblinking, through the mist.
From ““Scary Tales” by James Preller
Summoning his black stallion, Jack kept onto the monstrous horse’s back as it materialized from the Otherworld, nostrils steaming and eyes glowing with fire. The horse reared and Jack, with his pumpkin tucked beneath his arm, kicked the horse’s sides, and they galloped toward the road.
From “The Lantern’s Ember” by Colleen Houck (via: gildedautumnvelvet)
“The moon has awoken with the sleep of the sun, the light has been broken; the spell has begun.”
By Midgard Morningstar (via: gildedautumnvelvet)