Sera could feel the fall chill in the air as it nipped at her exposed shoulders and nose. She shivered, making her way down the lane with more haste than before. Fall was an anxious time of year for her. Houses loomed in the still-setting sun, dark outlines against the warm evening making her blood run cold. She had to get home, she had to get home now.
Her house, quiet and dark, sat at the end of the lane. Her cheerful decorations of sunflowers and watermelons looked eerily out of place. Most people don’t decorate for summer. Sera does it to try and fend off the impending autumn. Things come during the autumn months, dark things. They always seem to gravitate towards her and never anyone else. It has always been this way; she’s never been able to escape it, not even moving to a coastal town in North Carolina helped.
As she climbed the front steps, the wind blew. She heard a whisper on the wind, very faint and almost unnoticeable. Sera always noticed this voice. It was impossible for her to miss it.
“Sera, mommy’s home.”
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