
On Halloween night,we followed the path behind her house to find a bonfire prepared by my Uncle. We toasted marshmallows and played hide and seek in the woods.
Later in the evening we would make our way back into the house. We would go up a set of winding spiral stairs to the third floor. There was a cozy little room up there with a small fireplace, antique toys, and Halloween themed games. We told scary stories, had contests, and won sugary prizes.Grandmon sat by the fire in her rocking chair, and before the night ended, she would tell us
stories of the ghosts in her house! Her stories were always detailed and scary. My siblings and I, calming down from our rowdy sugary-rush, would somehow sit quietly and listen to everything she said.I can still imagine ghosts in that house! Grandmon had a fascinating way about her, she was imaginative and unique. I will treasure those Halloween memories forever!

Here's a delightful recipe from Grandmon, called "Witch Soup"What is you favorite Halloween memory?


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