The leaves are falling.
You can smell that long-dying aroma of Autumn in the air. Kids are talking trick or treat and the leaves are already screaming at you in red and yellow and deep golden rust as they prepare for one final parachute down into the dirt.
The tombstones are talking amongst themselves and winter is hiding just around the corner.
It is the time of the year when people draw around the wood stove and the campfire and whisper stories of death and omens and ghosts and things that don't even have a name.
These are some of the creepiest October stories that I have ever written.
Why not pick up a copy today?
