My second story has to do with my mother. We were not close - except for Halloween. A costumer and set designer it was her favourite day. I sensed always it had a deeper significance to her as well.

My mother was terminally ill. One day, in an effort to be light hearted and try to offer some humour to the situation as she talked about her coming passing we joked about how appropriate it would be for her to do so on Halloween. This was about six months prior to her passing which was - you guesed it - on Halloween.

There is a traditional belief that there exists a veil between the two world on Halloween night. I have always felt her presende and eerie things have happened since she's been gone.