This story was inspired by that weird creepiness that accompanies every Autumn. At least for me. Is Fall creepy because of Halloween, or did they pick the Fall for Halloween because it’s a creepy-ass time of year? Food for thought…unless you’re a historian and you already know the answer.
I know it’s not really Fall-ish yet (at least not in Northern California), but I guess I look forward to it so much that I feel it early, even before the sidewalk begins to be scattered with tree appendages. Enjoy my story.
And put on a jacket for Christ’s sake.
Oh, it’s 87 degrees out?