Tales from the Other Side....

The Halloween party was over, and Mark was going home. It wasn't quite afull moon; but as that happened just a few days earlier, it was still quite bright even when some of the light clouds changed it from a near perfect circle to a blurry glow. Mark was not suspicious, but he was tired, and therefore had no problem deciding to take the shortcut home through the cemetery, even on Halloween.

It was just an ordinary cemetery, and with the moonlight, there was no difficulty crossing. At least not normally. But this was no normal night, because shortly after he entered the cemetery, the moon became uncovered, and he heard what sounded like a faint voice in the distance softly calling"maarrk, maarrk." It seemed a little strange, but he figured it was just a typical night noise, even though it stopped when the moon was again covered with clouds.

A few moments later, as Mark approached the center of the cemetery, the moon again peeked out from behind the clouds, and he heard the call, this time closer: "Marrk, Marrk." This time he got a little nervous, and started walking faster. The moon was covered; it again became uncovered. Even closer he heard "Marrk, Marrk." He shouted "Who is it? What do you want?" But the moon was again covered and he heard nothing. Mark started running.

The moon again became visible. "Mark, Mark," went the voice, sounding even closer. He ran for his life, tripping over tombstones, getting scratched on bushes and briers, and at last reached the edge of the cemetery and heard loudly right in front of him "MARK, MARK." He looked down . . .. . .and there was a big dog wearing a muzzle. "MARK, MARK."

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!