by Kristy Gherlone
Under the glow of a waning harvest moon, enveloped in the scent of decaying leaves, and to the din of feasting coyotes, earthly beings light fires to steel themselves against the frosty autumn air. They unwittingly open doorways to hell, allowing entrance to demons that rule October nights. On All Hallow’s Eve when Satan begs their return, they gather their captured souls and spirit them back through the entrance, slipping unnoticed through the safe passage we have created.
Sleep tight, everyone!