Halloween is for the Birds
It was quite a sight to behold, truly. Halloween night was abuzz with hundreds, perhaps even thousands of trick-or-treaters roaming the chilly fall streets of the northern Arizona town. It had always been one of Jeff’s favorite nights of the year to spend with his family and his neighbors. All the quintessential lights and decorations and colored leaves in front yards scattered across the safe, sleepy suburban neighborhood were right on that fair edge of fear between Disney and Dracula. It was always just the right balance of creepy and comedy that gave the young kids in the neighborhood a fright, without giving them nightmares. Even his yard, although less festive than his younger years, was decorated well with several pumpkins, inflatables, and heartfelt horrors that he thought the neighbor kids would enjoy. And unintentionally hidden behind one of those pumpkins just out of sight sat a strange, unmarked box, wrapped in brown paper.
