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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.
I had to go this way, but there was no way of seeing what was in there. I had a sense that at this exact time, in this exact place, something terrible had happened in the past and was likely to happen again at this exact moment and location.
I saw this the other day during one of my night walks. It’s a discarded costume of some sort, but it is too early for this to be for Halloween and I don’t know what exactly it could be for otherwise. I just hope that the people in the summer houses really did leave for the winter and aren’t still lying motionless in their homes, the victims of whoever was wearing this. When I went back the next day, it was gone and the only proof I have that it happened it this pic.
The incessant hum of cicadas overrides any other sound in the night air of summer. People would rather stay inside than go for walk because the air is so thick with humidity even at night. It’s lonely out there when you take an evening walk. However , you can never shake the feeling that you are not competely alone.
That’s what the voice whispered from down this alley on my walk home late tonight. I didn’t see anyone there, but I wasn’t about to go. Hopefully, no one took him up on this offer.
Tonight’s trip home was unexpected. Everyone on the 7 train seemed to file out of the station quickly and I was completely alone on the platform.
As I was walking down to the LIRR platform that connects to the street, I had a strange feeling that I was being watched. I looked up and saw someone standing and staring in my direction. There was no one else around and it was uncomfortable because this person did not move.
Tonight is Walpurgis night and the animals in my neighborhood are acting strangely.
This cat watches the goings-on in the night from a perch on a plank and isn’t afraid of anything. It was watching and waiting because there was activity just a few feet to the right.
In the same yard, only a few feet away, a raccoon was standing still as a statue. I noticed the animal and its ears twitched ever so slightly and it let out a rumbling noise which were the only indications it was alive. To the right of it against the left tree trunk there is some indistinguishable creature that didn’t move at all and didn’t seem like it could be real. It almost looked like a puppet being controlled by someone else. And something stirred in the primitive birdfeeder made out of a bucket above the raccoon, but it was most definitely not a bird. At this point the cat had moved to the area by the chimney, but still kept watch on the yard.