Howllo Fellow Basset Hound and Howlloween Lovers: If you could have written the perfect script for Cabbage night, Devil’s night, Day of the Dead, Gate night, or Mizzy Night all commonly referred to as Mischief night, it would have been my house, last night.
It was right out of Hollywood. As the night began to fall the winds whipped up creating a high pitched buzz as they pushed their way through the branches emptying themselves of leaves.
The night before was our town’s pumpkin walk so all of the pumpkins were still outside, glowing and flickering, straining to keep their scary faces lit.
“Ding”. An e-mail arrived….with an attachement…..of a scary pumpkin! Basset Hound Town Resident Judy sent the pumpkin that her grand kids, Kennedy and Karli entered in the walk last night. They did not win. We think they were robbed. Robbed I tell you!
You really have to click on the picture to see all of the detail. It is very cool. I just love it. It wins first prize in our book!

“Howl would you like your burger cooked?” RAWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!
I also received another attachment. Judy’s boy Bumper. I really thought it was Elvis!

What a good boy! I love how she has that guitar around his neck!
Well, the winds were still howling and I was really wanting to watch a scary movie but instead I found something 20 million times better!
A 7 hour show of Ghost Adventures……LIVE!
From the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum!

(The live portion of Ghost Adventures Live has come to a close, but you can catch the show later today at 5 PM E/P. Don’t miss the Ghost Adventures Live Post Mortem with Zak, Nick and Aaron on Friday, Nov. 6, at 8 PM E/P, right before the premiere of Ghost Adventures: Pennhurst State at 9 PM E/P.)
Can you imagine 7 hours Live? It started at 8:00pm and I made it until 1:00am. During the course of those 5 hours the following happened.
My alarm system went off.
2 doors slammed.
I smelled Chocolate Cake.
I heard screaming.
My computer shut off by it’s self.
My lights kept dimming.
Chaps threw up.
Emma had a bad dream.
The Police pulled over a car load of football players right in front of my house at 1:00am. Their figures looming large in my front yard. The rain creating a mist around their giant bodies. The shadows made them look like monsters in hoodies.
I had a bad dream (go figure).
All of these events, explainable perhaps….Except for the Chocolate Cake, you might say? Well, I have had a friendly spirit in my home (her home) since I moved in. She bakes Chocolate Cake at all hours of the night and day. Everyone in my family has smelled it.
She has been around less and less. But last night, she was baking a huge cake.
More ghost stories later….Do you have any?
Love, Cat and the hounds from HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL