When they say it rains a lot in the Pacific Northwest, they weren't kidding. Every day as I walk to work, if it's not physically raining, there are indications of it. For example: The wet pine needles sticking to the soles of my shoes from a morning shower, or my damp hair, frizzed from a faint mist.
By evening, I was a little restless from being cooped up all day. The darkness had invaded evening and as I took a peek outside, I wondered if I should venture out or just stay where I would be dry and safe. I decided to go, slipping on my boots, hat, and rain jacket.
My house is nestled between trees and bushes, allowing little light to see at night. As I turned on the flashlight from my phone, I headed to the road that glistened with water. The walk to town meanders through a trail embedded between trees. This is the the section of the walk that frightens, but thrills me the most.
With Halloween just days away, spookiness lingers in the air. The cloudy sky hides the moon, and as I trekked through the wooded path, I instinctively looked behind me as if to find something following.
No one followed, but the creepy feeling lingered, as the wind blew hard, almost whipping the hat off my head. This walk in the dark by myself was a feeling so beautiful and thrilling and complicated at the same time. After all, it's not suitable to actually enjoy the nighttime, is it?
I have always waited for October, fascinated by All Hallow's Eve, ghost stories, haunted houses, and anything scary, which probably stemmed from the Nickelodeon classic "Are You Afraid of the Dark?" and the many Halloween parties and haunted houses my parents hosted throughout my childhood. My mother has always been a holiday enthusiast, decorator, and lover of parties. She has always had a passion for Halloween, and that gene I inherited from her. Growing up, we would always pick up Halloween snacks, and find a new decoration to display. As my walk turned into a stop at the grocery store, I returned home with a box of Count Chocula and a caramel apple in hand - excited to get into the spirit of the looming holiday.
While taking a bite of my caramel apple, the sound of rain tapped against my window and gusts of wind swirled outside making me feel at home - almost like I was in Michigan. That was until the lights started flickering, as if to tell me not to get too comfortable here.
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