“Have you ever heard the story of the Blind Watcher?” Sally asks me with a playful yet menacing tone while we get our backpacks out of our lockers. “The Blind Watcher?” I reply confused but willing to play along with her little Halloween story. Sally smirks but tries to quickly hide it with a facade of seriousness. “Yes, you know they say he comes out the week before Halloween to pick his next lis...

It was a rainy night and a young woman was sitting at the bus stop til she saw a unfamiliar man standing and staring at her. She got a eerie feeling and her blood became cold . The man was tall , had a face that was almost too pale like a ghost and dressed in black. She wanted to leave but it was like he had her paralyzed with fear . Will she escape ?...

I sit in the park, alone. There is not a person in sight. The night’s rain pours onto my head. My pale hands reach up and they touch my neck, feeling the bruises forming.

I feel empty.

I look up at the dull, somber sky. I watch as a raindrop makes its way towards my face.

But it never hits me.

My sight of the sky is blocked by an umbrella being held above my head.

I look back down. A lar...

I see things

On the rainy nights

On those terrible nights

Filled with frights

Honestly, I think something’s wrong with me

Who else would see

The man outside

And who else would feel

The watching of his eyes

I will go walking, and I see him beside me, walking with an umbrella in his hands and a butterfly on his pale fingers.

He would ask me if I was cold

Did I need assistance?

Did I want to s...

Bitter cold winds

disperse my sins

like seeds in a hurricane.

Flailing strays

portray a glimpse

of a life I wish I never made.

A little friend enters the fray

unfolding fractals

then betrayed their sense of trust.

While endless motion

pulls us farther

from the truths that we made up....

As the thunder boomed high in the sky, the rain thundered down onto the creeky porch.

I was staring out into the rain from inside. We were staying in my cousins house when he was gone, we were housesitting.

Usually events like this were uncommon, specially for Jorge.

We just had to feed the dogs and gecko. That was it. But of course, live was not that easy.

On one afternoon, I woke up from my ...

Every Halloween I go out in the rain. Not at the same place, mind you, but wherever it’s raining. I wear a suit because it’s the only thing in my closet. This is the only night I go outside. It’s part of the curse given to me. I’m not a monster, but this is how others perceive me....

These days, a debate has been on going over the time wether the halloween day is religious day for many nations or it just a day that people celebrate and have fun together. In this essay I well discuss the two views and personally I tend to the first view.

Many people believe that people who don’t believe in paganism he should not celebrate that day because it is not part of your religion and y...

He hides, under the shelter of an

U m b r e l l a

Out of the rain.

He lurkes, in every child’s

I m a g i n a t i o n

Waiting to inflict pain.

He stares, ever observing the phenomenon

O f l i f e

Which is exploited in surplus.

He fears, that he will be resigned to

N i g h t m a r e s

Because that is his purpose....

Under the alien moon

Sits the manachida unknown

He is coming over soon

And you will come to know a frown

Watch out for when he does

As there are few who return home

When this manachida goon

Recites to you his prose

Hark! Be on constant vigil

Or else you will come to see

Just why people squirm and wiggle

When they see a figure from the sea...