Sometimes, I find the truth and heart of things is best expressed through fiction.  Especially with matters of the supernatural. This seems especially true of the mystic, magical, ominous, and exciting night we celebrate today as Halloween.  A night of darkness, of mystery, and infinite possibility.  Where witches fly, black cats own the streets, ghosts and spirits roam freely, our ancestors can communicate from beyond the veil...and the moon beckons us to revel in the wonders of the night.  Kids parade door to door, people of all ages dress in costumes and celebrate.  Bonfires are lit, and pumpkins carved.  Music, dancing, and decorations liven the streets.  We gather together, go explore the haunted corners of the world in search of adventure and the thrill of the unknown.  Ghost stories, scary movies, warm drinks, and the security of home draw us indoors as this fantastical night of revels fades to dawn.  Across the world, we are unified in this night’s celebration and fascination with death, and all things beyond.  Halloween comes but once a year, but--where does it come from?