the season has come once again October, the month of the spirits. People walk down the street in a spooky merriment in their heart, leaves cascade from the trees in the dance of the ghosts. The streets golden brown from there color a slight chili wind blows reminding you of your youth. You walk with your friend planning on going to the alleged haunted house friend: dude I’m so excited! I can’t wait to see a ghost maybe. little either of you know a ghost awaits you she giggles softly she cannot wait to diaper you