"The moon was shining bright upon the clearing, and there in the centre... stood a foul thing... shaped like a hound, yet larger than
any hound that ever mortal eye has rested upon... As it turned its blazing eyes and dripping jaws upon them, the three shrieked
with fear and rode for dear life, still screaming, across the moor. One, it is said, died that very night of what he had seen, and the
other two were but broken men for the rest of their days... I counsel you by way of caution to forbear from crossing the moor in
those dark hours when the powers of evil are exalted"
- 'The Hound of the Baskervilles', Sir Arthur Conan-Doyle.

Happy Halloween! ;-)