Halloween approaches. The time has come to feature spooky things.

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And Then There Were ThreeOn a day just like any other, a mom and her daughter into a toyshop. They walk the ordinary aisles, with their ordinary toys. They come the aisle of dolls just like any other and the daughter's eyes come to rest upon a doll, which by chance, was certainly NOT like any other. But how could they have known? To them it was just a doll on a shelf. The daughter, as a young daughter would, pleaded for the doll, the doll with the pretty pink dress, the pretty green eyes, and the pretty peace sign she held up.
The mother of course agreed, for what mother would refuse their daughter the thing she wanted most? The daughter cried out her thanks as her mother took it off the shelf. She gave herself a small smile. They go up to the cashier, just a bored looking girl chewing bubblegum. But her demeanor suddenly changed as she saw the seemingly ordinary doll. "You don't want that one. Any one but that one." The mother looked puzzled, while the daughter just plain furious. "Why not?" the mother asked,  :thumb489794637:

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Darkness UndergroundIt was just a church. One of the least scary places imaginable. And yet, as Adam approached the doors, he felt the hairs on his neck stand on end. He told himself that it was the chill of night and not the eeriness of the dark and desolate chapel. He reached out and paused, his hand inches from the doorknob. Why, on tonight of all nights, did his brother have to run off? Adam attempted to hold the anger in, knowing it would only make the situation worse. The situation being that his younger brother, Max, had run off on Halloween. This wouldn’t have been too bad, except for the fact that Max had autism, which left him somewhat mute and unable to understand certain social cues, such as someone calling his name. Adam’s one saving grace was that he knew exactly where Max would go: the old abandoned church in the center of Dead Man’s Hill Park.
The park was named for the large hill in its northern quadrant where colonists and natives had faced off during the French and Ind