The Dead End

The day began

innocently enough.

Perfect fall temperature.

Sunshine reaching

to the deepest parts

of the soul.

Traveling

over busy highways

which gave way

to country roads,

rich in farmland,

cows and horses.

Along with a good friend,

we picked up big brother.

We spent a day of shopping,

a wonderful salad for lunch

and a little thrifting

on the ride home after

taking big brother back to his home.

As evening approached,

we picked up more friends

for a tasty dinner out

( a rare occasion that we eat out twice in one day)!

Good food and

good conversation,

unknowing if it would be our last.

We bid farewell

to one friend

who opted not to join us our our next adventure.

The five of us piled into the truck

and ventured down a somewhat foggy,

dark, dirt road.

The next part of the trek was by foot.

Imagine if you will,

a crisp, clear October night.

A sliver of a crescent moon

and a star studded sky.

Peaceful.

Until...

off in the distance,

the screams of

terrified souls.

We hesitatingly

climbed upon the

trailer,

filled to capacity with others

seated on hay bales.

Taking deep breaths

as the tractor pulled us forward

into unknown darkness

and horrors.

Monsters, leaping out

from unseen hideouts,

jumping upon the wagon,

peering or growling into

the faces of the innocent.

Terrifying.

We breathed a sigh of relief

as the tractor parked

and we were instructed to

take the rest of our journey on foot.

There was no escape

as more creatures took

their delight in scaring us.

Again,

we make it though,

only to be faced with a cornfield.

Dark.  Dank.  Unknown.

An occasional strobe

lit the way.

As we were rushed on

by the hand or face

of a ghoul urging us onward.

Please join us,

for a brief moment of our night.

I am proud to say

we survived.

And now I remind you...

Be careful at what goes

bump in the night!