With Halloween looming just weeks away, I am pondering the dream locations to spend a Halloween. I'm sharing mine -
An abandoned castle with only candles to light the way
This one sounds like an utter dream. I could see climbing the grand staircases, navigating winding hallways, looking for a window to view the night, the candle reflecting off the windowpanes and showing my stark white face. Was that a footfall? Oops, the candle blew out!
A very old cemetery with no lights
The truly ancient cemeteries with enormous headstones, obelisks, and statues with lichens and moss would provide a vaguely patchy light between the trees. Sitting there, on the soft chilly grass, the crumble of dried leaves caught in the wind would begin to sound like footfalls. Squinting to see into the abyss, a shadow would move from one headstone to another, an open gate would scream on its hinges as the breeze moves it. Or was it the breeze?
A notoriously haunted building all alone
Sitting still, listening. What is that scratching sound? The light slanting in the window begins to fade into blackness. The musty smell, the creaking wood, the shuffle of claws inside an open cabinet... Your eyes adjusting to the darkness until you can make out shapes. Is that a person standing there or a hatrack you hadnt notice? Please, let it be a hatrack.
A lonely forest cabin in a thunderstorm
The forest flashes with lightning, the cabin shudders from thunder. The windows are awash in rain rivulets making oddly lightning-like patterns on the panes. The tin roof pings with the sound of rainfall. The cabin lights up for a brief second and goes dark, the blue light nearly blinding you. Peering out the window, a lightning flash illuminates a tree trunk. Or was that Bigfoot?
the battlefields of Gettysburg
Once the last bits of light are extinguished from the sky, the dark and twisted trees, the woven wood fences, and the silent cannons create shadowed patterns and the creep of dew that creates a double shiver down your spine. The distance cadence of foot falls marching, a scream piercing the night, and the smell of gun smoke. And what is that upon the hill? A figure that shouldn't be there after dark.
Once the last bits of light are extinguished from the sky, the dark and twisted trees, the woven wood fences, and the silent cannons create shadowed patterns and the creep of dew that creates a double shiver down your spine. The distance cadence of foot falls marching, a scream piercing the night, and the smell of gun smoke. And what is that upon the hill? A figure that shouldn't be there after dark.
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