Across the city, the hum of air conditioners has ceased, as has the sound of splashing water in the pools. Neighborhoods have grown quiet. On the horizon, you can see it coming ever so cautiously down the street. The mere sight of it strikes terror in young hearts while at the same instant it induces total and unequivocal tranquility in the hearts of their mothers. It’s big. It’s yellow. Here comes the school bus!
Little did I know what fate and destiny would conspire to cook up for me when my car found its way to a strange, lone house on a barren hilltop – the address my editor gave me to cover a Halloween masquerade food party.