Normally, you’d make a joke about the visual fidelity, pointing out how the confused man in a mummy outfit was blown up from a 250 x 180 public domain image from Google, but you didn’t have time for such comedy. You can feel the Spirit of the place gripping you as the large orange signage covers the windows, photographs of unnamed models posing in fifty dollar costumes. But a seasonal one? For two months out of the year, someone decides to turn the lights back on, ones which you are glad as you step into the makeshift Halloween Emporium. It used to be a Blockbuster VIdeo, but no one has bothered to replace it on a permanent basis. Tightly gripping your jacket, you dash towards one of the stores in the strip mall. The daylight is already fading, a chill wind rustling against your face as you emerge from the car.
