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From Ghoulies and Ghosties, Long-Leggitie Beasties . . .

(Part 5)

Looking up, he saw a bat struggle across a sky that storm and sunset working together had turned an eerie green.  

(Continued tomorrow.)

And I should mention that . . .

Normally, I don't blog on weekends.  But this story is unstoppable, one sentence per day now through Halloween.

This sentence, incidentally, is autobiographical.  I was eleven years old and standing in the sand lot, not  far from one of the three haunted houses in Winooski, when I saw that bat.  All three houses are gone now, alas, including the one with the secret room in the top floor.

You can find all of the story serialized to date here.

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