There’s nothing spooky about Halloween Day. Creepy doesn’t happen during daylight hours. There aren’t any ghosts afoot, or bats on the wing, no hook hands hanging from car doors. That’s strictly after-dark stuff.
So I felt fairly confident when I got up this morning. Work was a frightening prospect, of course, but no worse than usual. I shuffled into the bathroom, turned on the light, and screamed like a teakettle. An Undead! ¹ Glazed, bloodshot eyes stared from a gaunt, desiccated face. Hair plastered to a bony, misshapen skull. I stumbled backward. It stumbled backward. I ducked. It ducked. What th —
Oh, heh, that’s the mirror. And morning me. Please pardon the screaming. Carry on. And have a crazy-happy Halloween.
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¹ Hey, look what I dug up; a long dead post from 2014. I could’ve left it buried, but it still has a little life left in it I think. So I hauled it out, dusted it off, polished it up, and voilá — good as new.