Late in October, every year without fail, things get a little creepy. It’s dark by seven o’clock, and a chilled wind twists through the neighbourhood, tossing the carcasses of leaves along the gutters and knocking bare branches against my windows. I can’t help but feel my skin crawl when I’m outside alone after dark.
The worst part is the strange noises we hear at night. Although I hope I’m safe inside the dollhouse, I can’t help but think that lurking around any corner, ready to devour me, or at least lick me to death, is something horrible. Legend has it that the dread monster, the terrible spotted ghoul, roams my neighbourhood late in the fall. According to myth, he bruises his victims with whacks of his deadly tail before gassing them into unconsciousness with his noxious fumes.
He could come for any one of us at any time. Don’t take a moment for granted; you never know when it will be your last.
Stay safe out there, friends.
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