At first cock-crow the ghosts must go
Back to their quiet graves below.
'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
H P Lovecraft
The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.
Be wary then; best safety lies in fear.
J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain.
Double, double toil and trouble; fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
You can discover what your enemy fears most by observing the means he uses to frighten you.
Sir Francis Bacon, Essays of Death
Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Where there is no imagination there is no horror.
There is a sacred horror about everything grand. It is easy to admire mediocrity and hills; but whatever is too lofty, a genius as well as a mountain, an assembly as well as a masterpiece, seen too near, is appalling.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted;
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Men say that in this midnight hour,
The disembodied have power
To wander as it liketh them,
By wizard oak and fairy stream
Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite,
All are on their rounds tonight;
In the wan moon's silver ray,
Thrives their helter-skelter play.
A grandmother pretends she doesn't know who you are on Halloween.
Witch and ghost make merry on this last of dear October's days.
Arthur Cleveland Coxe
'Tis the night - the night
Of the grave's delight,
And the warlocks are at their play;
Ye think that without
The wild winds shout,
But no, it is they - it is they.
Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen,
Voices whisper in the trees, "Tonight is Halloween!
Henry C Link
Fear is nature's warning signal to get busy.
Hark! Hark to the wind! 'Tis the night, they say,
When all souls come back from the far away--
The dead, forgotten this many a day!
There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.
Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.
Proof of our society's decline is that Halloween has become a broad daylight event for many.