Early Halloween

 Last night at the start of my shift (I work nights so I can work my day job as a barista) the janitor at Woldroff Psychiatric Hospital cracked a joke that the place was haunted. Rumors between all the staff from the lunch ladies to the librarian float around about a new visitor. Sure enough, I speak to my usuals and they share frenzied accounts of the skull pumpkin head that appears in the window watching them at the Witching Hour. It speaks to them via a pipe in guttural snarls and indecipherable incantations. My patient managed one phrase.

“Come to Franyor.”

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