026. Halloween By Day

I step towards the haunted house high up on the hill casting weird shadows even in day light Bats fly round the turrets ghosts scream in the rooms headless zombies scuttle in the dying undergrowth The butler answers the door his head under his arm bowing to the guests showing his open neck Heavy chains rattle in the hallway to the sound of heavy footsteps the ghostly man turns to look at me I see his pain I turn away from the haunted house and run away down the path the sound of chains follow me like haunting dreams