The day end's

The last rays of the sun drops below the horizon the day has ended. The house is quiet just the sound of sleeping people. And the sound of the clock as it ticks away the hours until morning comes around again. It's in this still time between dark and dawn that the night comes to life. In the distance there is the hollow of a lone coyote baying in loneliness to the full moon. A strange and mournful breeze russels the dead leaves of the trees. Suddenly an owl hoots a black cat screams in the night watch where you walk. Do you feel your heart beating wildly in your chest. That noise which way did it come from the old house looms up in the dark an eerie light shines through the window out of nowhere there he stands. He directs you forward toward the house should you run for your life now, or what's that it's a party. Happy Halloween will you trick or treat.