On Halloween Night, the dead roamed the living world. The villagers sheltered on the hallowed ground of the church as ghouls and malevolent spirits raged outside. The priest tried to comfort and distract them with homilies and hymns, but he was no match for the groaning zombies and wailing ghosts outside.
In the light of dawn, the villagers surveyed the damage. The air was hazy with smoke and smelled like rotting flesh. Trash and debris littered the streets. But what had been destroyed could be rebuilt, and the villagers counted their blessings.
At east nobody was playing Christmas music yet.

“Mist in Queensbury churchyard 31.10.2010” by Tim Green aka atoach is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

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