'A Murders's Banes In Gibbet Airns...'

"The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last;
The rattling showers rose on the blast;
The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd
Loud, deep, and lang, the thunder bellow'd:
That night, a child might understand,
The Deil had business on his hand. "

- Robert Burns, Tam o' Shanter.

Our doorway, in apprehension of those who trick-or-treat...