Graveyard Ghouls

Wispy smoke trails slither, float across the empty tombs calling forth waiting spirits, luring the pale witch's moon. Bones jangle, clack and clatter, ribs and vertebrae intact, causing fur to rise and twitch, on the hapless, hissing cat. One night only are they free, one night only on the prowl, laughing at the creature's fear, inducing the wolf-man's howl. Shadows dance on the gravestones, wild wind moans in bare branches. Children, goose bumps on their flesh, brave the night, taking chances