Chapter 25

I should have known better, of course. When you feel the safest is when you become hurt. When life seems too splendorous, the rawness of pain becomes relevant and very near. When love occurs, which I felt for Harry Hindermost, hate was nearby, following and haunting.

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Halloween night. The coldest night during that autumn season. It rained ice down from the heavens and caused the temperature to drop to thirty-two degrees. Wind kicked up and off the lake, blowing inland. Snow started to fall with the icy rain. Echoes of the once-dead swirled about Bitter’s city streets, deep and lethargic howling that spoke of pain and suffering. Bats escaped hell and flew around the chilly night. Vampires, wolfwomen, zombies, and evil scarecrows that protected pumpkin fields, ran, crept, and crawled throughout the middle-class neighborhoods, willed to cause destruction.