I think that one of the undeniable characteristics of Halloween is the mystery it embodies. Wherever you find yourself on the Eve, whichever side of the Haunt you’re on, however much time you’ve spent planning, or whatever last-minute costume you’ve cobbled together, it boils down to a night of amiable adventure, constructed chaos, fiendish foolery and the mayhem of mystery. I think that if you are a lover of Halloween, it follows that you are a lover of the mysterious, that you embrace the unknown. We are all of us dealing with unknowns daily – with chasers of anxiety, even fear and that niggling sense of foreboding. Like that Hallows Eve, there are lights in the darkness showing us, if not the way out, at least a pathway through, in small kindnesses, in simple resolutions, and in shared experiences. I am not alone in the darkness, I am looking out my windows at a world now masked, I will wave at passersby and keep my porch light on, that ever hopeful beacon in the dark.