You know what that is.

An ice cold beer.

What's different?

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There was something about October that I loved.

I'd never been a big fan of Halloween as a holiday.

But everything about the month struck me as melancholy in the best way possible.

I didn't believe that ghosts, goblins, demons, or other worldly monsters came across the thin veil to play tricks on the living.

As far as I was concerned, that was all little more than fiction.

I believed in the smell of wood smoke and decomposing leaves, the crisp chill in the air,

and the way the wind sounded as it travelled around my modest home.

This was why I took a nightly walk for the entire month of October, before the weather turned

too cold to walk comfortably. It was on one of these nightly walks, on October 30th, that my life

changed forever. There was a stretch of woodland between my neighborhood and the one adjoining it.

I'd seen for sale signs on that stretch of woodland on and off over the years,

but there seemed to be no takers.

The city hadn't bothered to install the street light along the stretch either,

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