Ghoulish in New Immigrant

  • Oct. 29, 2015, 1:44 p.m.
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Wind bangs the bird feeder against the house. Rain pelts the windows as if shot from a fire hose! Things go bump in the night. Ghoulish pumpkin faces toddle through my thoughts. Yesterday I saw mouse intestines dangling from my shoe. A black cat leaps. This morning more intestines and a mousie head lay in blood on the carpet. The werewolves stalk in the night. I huddle fearfully under the covers.

Happy Halloween!


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