CRONES bearing foul tasting potions, ashen-faced ghouls stumbling through the darkness, terrible wailing and gurgling sounds - just another Friday night on the Micklegate Run you may think.
But no. This is All Hallow's Eve, when the undead rise from the grave only to be scared senseless by gangs of children in Harry Potter specs demanding chocolate.
As no one has the ghost of a chance of an undisturbed night, we might as well enter into the supernatural spirit of the occasion. Pumpkin pie, anyone?
Updated: 10:07 Friday, October 31, 2003
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