Halloween draws ever nigher, its hot breath stinking of Reeses Peanut Butter Cups and Twix. Try to hide, but it's no use: even the local grocery store has sprouted displays of ghosts & witches, all taunting you with hollow plastic eyes.
So why should this place be any different?
I hereby offer a Halloween story for your amusement. It's something I wrote back in 2001, an exercise in dissecting a dream and nailing it to paper, in the hopes it would give respite. Alas, the dream lives yet, but now I also have this cursed story. Perhaps by sharing it, the burden will be lessened...
I give you: EXOSKELETAL!