A frightful bunch we may be, soon we'll come to play with thee. We're made to scare, that's the deal. Fear is what we like to feel. A knock at the door, no one's there; hair-raising screams, vacant stares. Fingers and toes curled up tight, hide them well on this dark night. The moon reveals things unseen, shadows creep onto the scene. Who do you love to dread? Not flesh and bone, but in your head.
What am I referring to?
(Stop by Wednesday for the tricky answer and some treats ;)
I gave you a clue!
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