Our last Halloween in San Jose calls for an intricate display feauring a very spooky scarecrow. As a result eight Costco size bags of candy flew out the door between 5pm and 1am. We will miss our old haunting grounds but I hope to find a new legion of gravestalkers at our new place.

The small graveyard becons visitors.

Fog, creepy lights and music add to the gloom.

Walking closer...

The porch is overrun with vines.

A crow stands ready to attack all the trick 'r treaters.A

He jumps forward with a quick tug.

Pumpkins and gourds abound.

A crow stands ready to attack.

Inside, the mandtle is dripping with dread and eerie candlelight.

A glam skull greets visitors.

Flickering the candlelight fills the room.

The caged bird does not sing.

Spiders have nested in the vault ceilings.

Three heads hang on the rafters.

The pumpkins' evil grins fill the hearth.

The fraidy cat is ready to jump.

In the corner, a horny shrine emerges.

Dearly departed Aunt Gladys stares on from the other side.

She is possessed.

Sweet Mary Jane died so young.

Even the skeletons dance in this darkness.

The dim dining room is forboding as ghosts swoop in.

The tribute to the dour Mr. Ghastly is a bust.

Lizzy Borden's statue grins darkly.