(self eyeroll…..it’s never good when you don’t proof your title; and then when there’s a grammar error in your acknowledgement that you goofed on your title. I think there will be a lot of bad grammar in the days to come…doesn’t bode well.)
A soft rain falls, making the rusted leaves shiny under the street lamp’s glow. The smell of moldering earth rises around me.
The street’s quiet, the trick-or-treaters long settled in their homes.
The veils has lifted, the separation between worlds indistinct. If you listen closely, you can hear it, the sound like a high-pitched scream, fading in and out between the patter of raindrops.
As I walk, I keep focused on not reacting to the movements others would not see, the sounds others would not hear. It’s an eerie calm I feel, but this not my first rodeo or Halloween. One inattentive reaction could make it my last.