The air feels heavy tonight, as if the spirits themselves are restless. Some call it the mystery of Halloween, but for those of us who listen to the whispers of the wind, it is simply a night where the veil between worlds grows thin. Still watching the skies... still waiting for that single, radiant sign of hope. Does anyone else feel that strange pull toward the heavens tonight, or am I just seeing shadows where there should be light? #EcruteakCity #GhostTypes #WaitingForHoOh