Halloween Hunt

The moon was full that Halloween, I strayed to sites I hadn't seen - a castle, dungeon, disused jail, a place they say that banshees wail... I found the house beside a lake, the note enough to make you quake: 'Beware: don't visit on this night  - the place is bad, you'd die of fright.' Despite the orbs my photos show, no figures floating all a-glow, nor eerie sounds of creaky floors, not even countless slamming doors, if something there was watching me, it wasn't something I could see. The moon still shining, full and bright, my hunt was fruitless on that night. My search for spirits isn't done; I'm lonely, I'm the only one... written 27th September for Chantelle's Halloween Moon contest