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There was a time in the town when you could walk out alone at night and not have to fear anything. You could leave your doors unlocked and your car in the driveway without worry. You could drop the kids off at the cinema downtown and not think a thing of it. Or st ....

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.... The wind would brush through the streets blowing the gutters clean of leaves and debris. The wind would bring with it the cool air, the small voice, the lost souls of the past. And they would pass down from street to street, grasping for any living entity that dared to be out after dark. After their time in the light of day that was no longer theirs. Parents would bar and shutter the windows against the curious faces of their children, who wished to gaze out at the spectral parade that pasted by their houses. Come away from there, they would command, fearing even a glimpse from the ethereal visitors would portend dreadful consequences. The ....