Poe at Halloween

Send us Fan Mail HALLOWEEN ONE NIGHT WATCHMAN: There are nights in this museum when silence is merely silence. And there are nights when silence appears to be listening.Tonight is one of the second kind. NIGHT WATCHMAN: The corridors are dark. The electric candles in the historical galleries throw their little circles of amber light. The wax figures stand at attention in their appointed places, pretending—as usual—that they are incapable of seeing me. But I have worked here long enough to kn...