A Dark night sky sets in.
A moon high above, so round and bright, wolves would howl at it.
Her healed black booties clicking and clacking against the concrete floor.
The cool fall breeze rustles around her as leaves lift from the floor.
Cloaked figures cast on grassy front porches.
Halloween season is upon the neighborhood.
Witches, spiders, goblins and ghosts.
Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble.
One figure catches her eye and causes her to double back.
A Skeleton off to the side, his glare steady, cold.
She looks intently on at it, she shudders.
“Creepy,” she huffs to herself, picking up her pace.
She glances around her surroundings, no one in sight.
A deep knot forming in the pit of her stomach.
Was this midnight ice cream run, really that important? She thinks.
Mentally kicking herself, she starts to psych herself out, as every single sound is enhanced.
Her own shoes scuffling.
She turns to look behind her…nothing.
She quickens her steps, her destination a mere few blocks away.
Her heart pounding, she feels a brush of air touch her neck.
The overhead street lamp flickers.
Slowly turning around, the cloaked skeleton figure that stood just in front of the nearby house- gone.
Her breathing is filled with an intense anxiety and weight.
Turning to look around, her scream rings through the night as the darkness closes around her.
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