Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
Under the waxing crescent moon, Uncle Fester and I conducted a moonlit séance in the attic. His attire was a testament to his eccentricity.
As the candles flickered, Uncle Fester and I reminisced about the summer solstice from earlier this year. It was a time of warmth and light, when the sun held dominion over the land.
With memories of the summer solstice as our guide, Uncle Fester and I contemplated the approaching autumnal equinox and its significance for our Halloween preparations.
Until the morrow, Wednesday