Many years have passed since she first walked the path to the house of howls.
That’s what each resident of the town referred to each Halloween if someone asked where this road leads.
The road was long and spooky, filled with the crunching sound of leaves and wind swirling through the branches. Crows flying overhead making an eerie sound.
At the end of the path stood the house of howls. Tall two-story house with a squeaky eerie sounding staircase that leads to a door that opens to a dark entrance way.
This year as she walked the path, something was different. A light shined from the upstairs window. As she entered the dark entrance, to her amazement right in the front room was an amusing fairest wheel ride awaiting visitors of all ages.