Obscure Terminus

Can you feel it drawing closer?  I can.  The seasons are changing and Autumn will soon be upon us.  It has been windy here recently with days alternating between cool,and dry,hot and humid. The air was heavy and oppressive but is starting to gasp with cool breezy days in Summer’s death throes. The spirits are restless and ache to be known, remembered, like this cool breeze having been gone long enough to forget. I can hear scratching and whispering in the next room.  I feel the chill and goosebumps which deny any rational cause. As Summer weakens in senility I can see faint outlines retracing familiar ghosts.  I feel their presence behind closed doors.  Fear will clutch at my chest.  Bravery faltering with every step I take in the dark hallway.  There is little hope, little chance of solace. Only a potion of mulled apple cider and pumpkin pie can save me now. I shall await their coming presently having prepared my stomach and mind. I leave it now to the background incen