Sitting in the dark as the candle strains to
flicker. The eerie silence is
overwhelmed by the sounds the ticking clocks.
The house's normal sounds now fall muted; the hum of the fridge, the din
of the TV, the dishwasher doing its chores.
All that remains is the haunting memory of a girl named Sandy whose
relenting noise stills echoes in the deepest corners of your mind. You worry for the ones you love as it wrenches your heart that most sit in the same seat.
As you walk outside the air is filled with a combination
of fireplace and exhaust from generators.
The moonlight is bright but the stars still obscured as an odd calm
seems uneasy all around you. It is Halloween 2012 and not one gremlin or goblin has tricked or treated; only Sandy knocked..only Sandy.
