Card Description

Under the cold, crescent moon, the witch flew through the night sky on her broomstick, her tattered cloak billowing like smoke behind her. Her piercing cackle echoed through the darkness, sending chills down the spines of those who dared to look up. The wind howled as she soared, her glowing eyes scanning the ground below, searching for unsuspecting souls to curse before the witching hour ended. Send this Halloween WhatsApp card to your broomstick-riding friends.