As spirits roam the neighborhoods at night,
Let loose upon the Earth till it be light...
He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn
leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago and heard the wind
and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a
little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away
Double, double, toil and trouble; fires burn and cauldrons bubble.
At first cock-crow, the ghosts must go back to their quiet graves.
He may not enter anywhere at first, unless there be someone in the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he pleases.