Book Time With Anne-Louise reads one of my favorite Halloween books, Scary, Scary Halloween by Eve Bunting, with illustrations by Jan Brett. I borrowed this from the school library countless times for my mother to read to me. Those green eyes are a cherished childhood memory.
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Happy Halloween season! Here's another stab at my own take of Carrie White, based on her book description. I'm super happy with how these turned out! I'd love to tackle some of the other characters in the book eventually, especially Margaret!
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Scary, Scary Halloween
I peer outside, there's something there that makes me shiver, spikes my hair.
It must be Halloween.
A skeleton, with bones so white they gleam and glimmer in the night, has come for Halloween.
A ghost goes trailing, drifting by, with sunken mouth and sunken eye.
Ghosts rise on Halloween.
"Little ones, stay safe inside! It's best to stay at home and hide on hallowed Halloween."
A vampire and a werewolf prowl.
One growls a growl, the other howls a howl in praise of Halloween.
Two witches, grinning witchy grins, have pointy hats and pointy chins.
They're here for Halloween.
"Cover eye and cover ear, nightmares walk the streets of fear on dreaded Halloween."
Goblins, gremlins skip and leap, they near rest, they never sleep, they're glad it's Halloween.
A devil prances, fiery red, with horns asprouting from his head.
He knows it's Halloween.
Thunder, thunder up above!
"What is it, mother?"
"Shh, my love! It's just the thump of creature feet, a creature in a winding sheet. His claws are dragging on the floor, he is crashing, smashing at the door!"
"Will he find us here below?"
"Hush, my love, I cannot know."
"Trick or treat? It's Halloween! Am I the scariest thing you've seen? Tonight? On Halloween?"
"He didn't see us, didn't care. We weren't the ones he came to scare this night on Halloween."
It's quite now, the monster's gone, the streets are ours until the dawn. We're out, we prowlers of the night who snap and snarl and claw and bite.
We stalk the shadows, dark, unseen. . . goodbye 'til next year, Halloween.
Eve Bunting
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