By Jeffrey LeBlanc
Children of Horror,
The leaves are crisped and sere with a harvest moon brilliantly glowing. Goblins, ghouls, and ghosts trek chilled, fog-filled streets to trick or treat. And the living and undead dare the decrepit crypt and the haunted house to test their nerve on this unholiest of magical and macabre nights—Halloween!
Hopefully…or not…they survive.
Happy Halloween HWA family! We want to share with you fiends and friends this horrific poem in tune with the terrifying season.
Being a child of Poe, Machen, Lovecraft, King, Anne Rice, and Matheson, we channeled our inner madness on Christmas Eve …