It was the perfect night for Halloween.
The air was crisp, with just the right amount of dampness. It smelled earthy, like freshly dug soil.
Wisps of mist from the nearby moors found their way into the deserted town, curling around the lamp posts and chasing stray cats away.
The pale moonlight cast an eerie glow on the small figures that silently began to appear. The ghosts of yesterday shuffling through the streets.
No light shone from the windows, for these dwellings were empty.
No living soul there anymore…
© Jaye Marie 2021