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There’s a solitary house at the end of a long road by the beach. Trick or treaters know never to go down there for candy. The windows are covered up with sheets and it is impossible to see in. That doesn’t seem to stop whoever is in the house from trying to see out, though.
Even the clouds can seem menacing when night descends. These clouds look like bats swooping in bringing terror with them.
Recently, my life changed drastically. I lost my job and my apartment and had to move in with relatives in a more rural area outside of the city. I still look for work every day, but it is incredibly humbling and discouraging. The only peace I can seem to find is at night walking around the neighborhood. No one is out on the street except for the crickets. Most of the homes in the area are just vacation homes and are empty now that the summer season is over. A few have timer or motion lights that go on when I pass. Sometimes I wonder if they really are uninhabited or if someone is really in there.