Darkness has fallen across the land. The harvest moon struggles to show itself through thick, dark, shadowy clouds. A lazy breeze brings waves of goosebumps to the surface of my exposed flesh. Each time I hear the whisperings of the wind through the decaying tops of the trees, an involuntary shudder courses through my tensed, overstressed body. I can hear the screams and cries of the frightened, their discordance swelling and ebbing like the tide. …showed first 75 words of 646 total…

…showed last 75 words of 646 total…and sheets of gossamer to get to the front door of my house. Turning the doorknob, I can faintly hear Bachs’ "Toccata & Fugue in D minor". Upon entering, the smells of cinnamon, apples and hot coffee flood over me. I pour myself a tall mug of that aromatic Colombian blend, the chill in my bones almost gone by the fourth gulp, and turn to see my wife standing in the doorway. "Happy Halloween", she says….