![]() ![]() Welcome to October, the season of Halloween. That sudden set of footsteps you hear-the mailman’s or a serial killer’s? That rasping noise-a blowing leaf, or claws scraping the sidewalk? You know there’s something out there, concealed by the fog, watching you through eyes far keener than your own. Sometimes a morning fog rolls in, so thick that when you walk out into it, you could fancy yourself alone in a world of roiling white.Īlmost alone, that is. ![]() All of nature is preparing for the long sleep of winter. It’s time for hayrides and apple cider, for kicking through piles of new-fallen leaves and remembering to put on a jacket before heading out in the morning.Īt the same time, nights are getting darker. Pumpkins line the sidewalks outside supermarkets and stores smell of that bewitching blend of cinnamon and clove. A nip’s crept into the air, here in the mid-Atlantic. He Sees You When He's Creepin': Tales of Krampus ![]()
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