Five things you didn't know about Halloween!

Do people know the meaning of Halloween. I mean the true meaning. Well I hope so. Sorry to spoil your fun. I don't buy it anymore.

What is the true meaning of halloween?

The Pope ordered the total destruction of the pagan holiday known as Samhain and introduced All Saints Day in its place. All Hallows as Halloween became known as, is by far the most openly celebrated day honoring the spirits of the past.

If you treat the spirits of the past with respect and candy's, they'll treat you in kind.

If you pull a Bush-Cheney and treat the spirits of the past with disrespect and a empty stomach, they'll trick you and treat you in kind.

Every year the Pope and self-titled Christian Ministers and Preachers attempt to shut-down the observance of Halloween. Every year, they fail and Halloween remains ever more popular than before.

Any spirit of the death knows more about Life after Death than any living Pope, Minister, Preacher, Ayatollah, Cleric or Mullah.

A. Smith
Oregon

WHAT WAS IT?

This is a story of “once upon a time” – of something that we heard but did not see. Something that happened when I was a small child – but I never forgot the experience.

It started this way. My brother, Truman, always a light sleeper, awakened to what he thought was the tinkling of a bell. As he listened, there was suddenly an unearthly scream that seemed to be just outside his window. My other brother, J.D., sleeping nearby, awoke with a start, saying, “What in the h¬-- was that?”

Truman admonished his brother to be quiet, and quickly ran to close and lock the front door. (Back in those days in warm weather very few people did more than latch their screens.) Then my two brothers came through the house to awaken Mama and Papa. But then another even more intense scream awakened us girls and Truman indicated that we should be quiet. Then using a phone right at Papa’s bedside, he told the operator, “Operator, get me the police. There’s a maniac right outside our house.”

Awaking from a sound sleep, Papa inquired loudly, “A maniac?”

Just as Truman shushed him, there was the scream again.

We waited and then the police were at our house shining their spotlight around the yard. With their arrival, we felt it safe to come out of the house and the family, next door, came out also. They had also heard the screams.

The police couldn’t find human or animal tracks, so there seemed to be no solution to the mystery. The police suggested it could have been a howling dog. But neither we, nor the neighbor, agreed. Was it a panther that had somehow escaped from someone who kept exotic animals? Or was it an unhappy ghost.

It remained an unsolved mystery.