My relatives like to tell me about a memory they have of me when I was little. When my cousin looked down at a drawing I was making of a haunted house with a witch silhouetted in the window, she asked what the picture was of. I looked up at her with squinty eyes and my best scary, scratchy voice and said, "It's the scare window!" I guess I still haven't outgrown my love of scare windows, witches, full moons, and nighttime adventures...
She stood in the doorway on Halloween night,
Hat angled and bending to a crooked height.
Whether good witch or bad, the sight caused a fright.

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