Oh, dear Cancer, the connoisseur of comfort and preservation, tonight your home, your sanctuary against the outside world, may prove less secure than you have hitherto believed. Reality, it seems, has an insidious way of making its ingress from the spectral world; unseen and long repressed elements stir quietly into existence and creep forth into your life to turn the normal into the paranormal. Ancient things, with stories as intricate and as eldritch as the celtic knots, lie waiting in your cellar, concealed behind dust-chaffed bottles and moth-nibbled documents. Be sure to lock your doors, yet be mindful. The scratches you may hear at midnight are not the harmless gnawing of mice.

While you, Cancer, oft retreat into your shell for safety, your greatest struggle tonight will be against an unseen adversary, casting a chilling gossamer of fears that are impossible to confirm. Your heartbeat may quicken to the rhythmic tap on the window pane; a tree branch in the wind, or is it a spectral hand yearning for earthly touch? Those footprints appearing overnight on your hallway, is it result of your forgetfulness or the evidence of an unwanted visitor? Take heed, the relics that capture your interest may harbour more than just old memories. Free your dwelling from items espousing uncanny air, and under no circumstances delve deep into shadow-enshrouded family history.

Be safe, Cancer, and spare a candle or two for this dark November night. Shedders of light are often much-needed allies, after all.