‘Beware the wind that whistles shrill, Beware the souls that haunt us still, Watch you with care the perils of night, Pull near your children; hold them tight.’  ( or not, if you were the parents of some of the horrors below.)

Horley Halloween shrieked into gloriously gory life at the Cricket last Friday. It was a night of children spattering blood and glitter, hooting with joy, marauding near the wickets as if Kenny would never know.

We feasted on fingers and drank deep of the bar, and then we spilt out across the village, rattling doors, jumping for bells. Our cries were shrill in the pleading face of every pumpkin; we were merciless in our demands.

It was brilliant.

Thank you to Horley CC, the horribly gruesome guests, and the biggest thanks to the patience and generosity of the Horley villagers. Your pumpkin-carving skills are awesome.

Our children are still sweet-stuffed, glaze-eyed by bounty beyond their greedy-fingered dreams.

Fabulous photos by Macer G and Will P.