on October 20, 2011 The wind howls outside your window. The skies are grey with no sign of sunlight breaking through the clouds, and the world appears to be a dark alien place.
You know when you have an impending feeling of doom and nothing seems to shake it off?
Mine began today when I dropped by to make a routine check-up with my dentist. It took me a while to figure out why I suddenly felt threatened by my dentist, or at least by his smiling receptionist. It wasn’t the eerie silence of the office, or the heavy rain drumming against the window. The receptionist was suspiciously cheery and bright with the sparkle from her perfect smile blinding me. She was too cheery as she handed me my appointment card…
So when I got home, I read it. I’m having a dental check up on Halloween. Are you shitting me?
Well I don’t know what you’d do, but I suspect fake fangs are going to be the look I’m going with. See how he likes that!