Every October, like clockwork the Muggles get excited… Suddenly, there are 12 foot skeletons, ghosts hanging from trees, zombie brides on front lawns, plastic gravestones neatly arranged in flower beds and enough fake spider webbing to catch a burglar hiding in the bushes. And honestly? I love it. And am I not supposed to, as a witch happily out of the broom closet??? That old crone who has made her 8 year old self VERY proud often wanders around cemeteries??? I have spent a