Hallowed Be Thy Eve

Foggy night.

Footsteps drawing closer.

Afraid to look.

Breathing harder, faster.

Winds bellows, tree limbs crackle.

What is this fear?

Death comes for me.

Only children in costume.

But next time?

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With Halloween right around the corner,

there will be tales to be told,

and words to be chilled by.