I see you are all ready for Halloween. I invariably dress up as a witch complete with broomstick. I use it to clean the spent spells off people's front porches when I am "out and about". The rest of the evening I spend in our haunted house which has lights which flicker with the household sounds. My steaming couldron meets any guests who are brave enough to pass the graveyard with littered flourscent bones and gravestones with RIP messages for last year's tricksters. The doorbell has been, ahem, rewired but we do post a WARNING DO NOT PUSH WELCOME sign above it. It results in a mighty crack of thunder together with strobe lightening. We get a warning sound inside so that my son can get behind the door and open it - slowly- while I appear to float towards the visiitors from the far room.
I offer fresh eyeballs to the customers and invite the older juicer ones to dinner since the last guests were so very delicious I would like to try a few more.
It is a fun night. Thank goodness I don't live in an age when these fantastic entities were believed to exist in reality.