This is the time of year, on these crisp October nights, when the line between what is real and what isn’t becomes blurred. Walking after dark along leaf scattered sidewalks, the skeletons of bare trees silhouetted against the inky sky, it’s easy to see things, hear things, believe things.
Another October, years ago, my friend Veronica and I decided to walk the dozen or so blocks from our dorm to the downtown cinema to see the late showing of the classic film “An American Werewolf in London.” It was after midnight when we left the theater and headed out into the cold, black, windy full moon night.
Then somewhere, close by, something howled…
And we RAN!
Sure, deep down, we knew it was only a dog. But it was just so much more thrilling to terrify ourselves by believing in an explanation far more sinister.
That frightful feeling, I must confess, is what makes these October walks after dark so much fun. It’s the perfect kind of being scared-the safe kind. And it’s also realizing that you don’t have to be a kid to enjoy the magic of the Halloween season.
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