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I have always loved Halloween. There is something about the ghost stories, spooky movies, haunted houses and the songs we sung in elementary school (did anyone else used to sing "H-A-double L-E-W-double E-N spells Halloween"?) that made it mysterious and incredible. When I was younger I really loved dressing up and going trick-or-treating with my family and every Halloween, our cat would follow us down every road, like a dog, anxiously waiting at the end of each driveway. I can still recall the slight chill in the air, the glowing jack-o-lanterns and our pillow cases heavy with candy. When I was younger, Halloween was such a magical time when supernatural forces could have free range and come to life. And I swear, sometimes it still feels as if it could...
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