The dim, yellow light from streetlamps fell away into the shadows of the empty shops. The street was void of cars and the beautiful brick walks empty of feet. Jazzy, ever vigilant about the boogey man on Main Street, protested this walk into the Twilight Zone.
With soothing notes and gentle tugs, I convinced Jazzy to move forward. But the invincible fog of eeriness crept into my body. A leaf which blew across the walk quickly became a black rat intent upon murder. The rustling of the bush from a cat hiding from Jazzy, instantly became a ghost trying to scare us home.
So I started doing what I always do when I get scared. I sang. I sang loud and clear, with all the wrong words. I made up words, I made up tunes, but I sang away the eeriness.
I apologize to all who heard me singing above their evening news, their videos or nighty night time.
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