HALLOWEEN MESSAGE FROM SAMARA MORGAN

Well, I managed to crawl my way out of the attic where this cretinous 'human' keeps me. It wouldn't be so bad up there but for this nearly invisible old lady that talks about stamp collecting and fabrics. Can't see her all that good, but she does go on. At least it's dry up there. In most places, anyway.

It's nice to get some fresh air, anyway. And that horrid well is gone. Nothing but bad memories there.

I'd wish you all a Happy Halloween, but as you know, that's not my style. I do like the climbing nightshade in this front garden, though. Keeps the moles at bay, along with anyone else who comes in contact with it. Who would plant such a toxic thing? Maybe the 'human' isn't so bad after all. At least he grew a couple of pumpakins and surrounded me with dying flowers. That's nice. I hear he's going to let them freeze all the way down. Cool.

Stupid fuzzbag of a dog doesn't even know I'm here.