Most people went home for the holidays, but that usually didn’t mean Halloween.

However, in my case, spooky season was the best. I hadn’t been home in over a decade, so my visit was long overdue. I planned on enjoying it to the fullest.

The sweater weather, the apple orchards, the carnivals, all of it.

What I hadn’t planned on was running into them the day I arrived. I’d left because of them and the fear of seeing them again was what kept me from my hometown for so long. Knowing it wouldn’t make my parents sad if I left now, I decided to stay. And then, I met her while I was bowling, and it was like everything was suddenly clear.

She was who I wanted in my pack.

As luck would have it though, it wasn’t meant to be. Once again, I found myself fleeing my hometown, but this time I didn’t have my friends to help me pick up the pieces. Now, my favorite holiday was definitely feeling more sad and very much . . .

Knot so Spooky