Part Two: A Traditional Halloween Tale

Jack Alander was the first to arrive, and he resented Hal from the cuff of his pointy collar to the hem of his billowing cape for having had the forethought to show up late.
“You know, I really hate this stupid costume,” Jack muttered to Wendy.
“I do wish you’d try to enjoy yourself.”
“I don’t know why I’m here.”
“Because, you make a handsome vampire, Jack.”
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Part One: A Traditional Halloween Tale

Hal Winchester was nearly the last to arrive. It was the perfect Halloween night which meant that the sky had poured buckets, complicating the drive up the dark, unfamiliar road until the old, red Chevrolet could fight its way through the mud no longer and refused to carry its passenger any further.
Grudgingly Hal had marched the rest of the way across the inky lane, wondering why he had bothered with this scene at all. And as it was the perfect Halloween night, by the time Hal reached the front door of the looming mansion, the rain had ceased to fall and a bright full harvest moon illuminated the thoroughly drenched young man.
He paused on the front step and glanced at the windows nearest the door, but a curtain hid the interior of the small mansion from view. As a cool wind blew across the back of Hal’s neck, he shivered, rubbing his hands together and smiled to himself.
How spooky, he thought, grinning. It was as if this all was straight out of a movie—the mysterious invitation, the anonymous host, the isolated mansion.

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Down to the seaside shore

I went away seeking silence
Down to the seaside shore
But it was louder than
the place I had left before

The waves crashed like cymbals
The wind like a trumpet blew
The rain tapped lightly on my jacket
Until the sea was all I knew

Instead of finding silence
I forgot myself there
Lost in the stormy waters
Lost in the howling air

It’s not a garish gray
These skies and this sea
Autumn makes all vibrant
Not just the red-leaved tree

I wandered in the misty gray
Seeking silence at the sea
And so it was, standing there
I heard nature’s symphony

Fall

          Autumn is nice, but I prefer fall. There are so many things fall can be. Fall can fall from your tongue, from the tree, it can fall in love, fall at your feet.

          It falls on a Tuesday. It falls on a Wednesday. It falls over backwards and lands on a Monday.

         Fall in leaves! Fall in wind! At the windows — they might let you in!

         So summer came, then fall, and what followed?

                       The cows lowed.

                       Apple pies were owed.

                       The lovers were wed:

                       a boy named Ed

                       and a girl named Dee.

                       So with all that fall has to offer, what’s Autumn to me?

a lousy bass drum

a stutter, a lapse in speech

you got’em all (except the

                     gee! but that autumnal

                     now that is a magnificent word

                     fit for reverie!

(too bad the only thing that ever follows

is null)

           Forgive me as this too falls to pieces.

           Leaves will fall

           before the hail

           students smile in the hall

           as they waltz off to fail

           the first exam of the year

           but — how they waltz!

           shoelaces make them so near

           stumbling; one of them halts —

Look there! out the window!

(They fall for it).

The leaves are beginning to change!

– E!