My Spooky Halloween Moment
I walked out to the barn, well past dark. I knew where to place my feet so as not to trip. Hauling open the door of the barn, it was pitch black inside. I wasn’t afraid of falling, and didn’t reach for the light. I could hear the radio in the background, in Beth’s workshop.
As I creaked open the old wooden door to the workshop, I could make out the words from the radio:
Orson Wells, performing War of the Worlds.
Awesome. I couldn’t have planned a spookier moment.
