Beginning Halloween night, Jacob Strom heads out into the woods alone. Two years later, Frank breaks curfew to search for answers about his friend’s disappearance. But, land keeps secrets — so does its ghosts.
The Forest Green
Blue skies of summer turned gray weeks ago, a cold chill taking away what was left of the heat. Lying on his bed, Jacob didn’t mind. Eyes up, almost looking through the top of his skull, he enjoyed the clouds, the dark; the lurking bite that was early fall. It brought the wicked, the tricks; the unknown. It was Halloween.
The clock atop the TV clicked 11:23. It’s red warmth giving substance to Optimus Prime beside it. The slate colored modeling clay smeared permanently slantwise over his right arm looked blackish white.
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