Halloweira Tres - The Strongening
The pale disc of the harvest moon rises, outlining the trees' bare, skeletal branches.\xa0 Your footsteps on the sidewalk echo out into the darkness and you hunch your shoulders against the bitter wind.\xa0 I thought they said the roda was on this block, you think to yourself, scanning left and right.\xa0 Something rustles the weeds just off to your left, or was it only the wind?\xa0 Hairs on the back of your neck stand up.\xa0 Your stomach sinks down into your bowels.\xa0 Something isn't right.\xa0 Rustle, rustle.\xa0 The instinct to run overwhelms you and you bolt, sprinting as fast as you can.\xa0 But something is behind you, matching your strides, drawing closer and closer...\xa0