The legend of Willow Hollow

Being a “fraidy-cat” has always given me a bad rap at Halloween. Ghoulish masks and fake blood make me run for cover. I’d faint dead away if ever I found myself on the doorstep of a haunted house, with my last conscious thought being the time my diabolical brother dared me to watch “Psycho.”
So, during Halloween season I endeavor to go about my business with blinders on, reasoning that avoidance tactics today will spare me from nightmares tomorrow.
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