Ladies, gentlemen, children, gather around. On this Halloween night I shall recount you a creepy, but true story from long ago when I was but a lad. A tale of something I saw high in the crisp winter sky long long ago. Or should I say, something that saw me?
It all began when I was seven years old. In 1997 lived with my mother alone in an old house in a quiet neighborhood, high on a hill over looking my town. I remember it, two floors, tan and brown. In the back some bushes that were home to a mockingbird family I was fond of, and a dogwood tree I used to climb. The living room was my play area, the bathroom to its left, and a flight of