Happy Halloween!
When the leaves turned and began their slow deathly descent to the ground, that is when they came. Through the rolling mists and under the encompassing cover of night they came. We knew not whence they came or their purpose. We only knew to barricade the doors with strong oaken boards and light the jack-o-lanterns. Those who failed to heed the warnings would be drug from their homes with horrified wails of unearthly terror. Terrible talons and gnashing teeth would tear at their flesh and rend it from bone while we listened on. That is where the tradition began. Those who carved the pumpkins with ancient runes and lit them with the fire of our ancestors were safe. For hundreds of years we had lived like this. Beyond this one awful night we lead ordinary, pleasant lives. But this night always came. It always returned like a bad dream, wrapping up the village in its brutal embrace. In the week prior, we had carved our...