vinebrook

On the early evening of Halloween over three hundred years later, two young men make their way through the suburbs on the outskirts of their college. Daniel, the younger of the pair, is cloaked in old hooded robes, reminiscent of a popular sci-fi movie. He’s a little on the scrawny side with dirty blond hair sticking out from under his hood. He reads aloud from his phone while idly twirling a replica fantasy weapon in his off-hand. “‘The Anderson brothers were convicted and hanged for witchcraft and crimes against humanity. With their final breaths they laid a curse upon the town, proclaiming their inevitable return’,” Daniel rambled on to his uninterested roommate Aaron. Compared to Daniel, Aaron’s effort at assembling a costume was severely lacking. Only an old hockey mask rests atop his dark ruffled bedhead. The only other significant features of his outfit are the leather jacket hanging over his shoulders and a foam machete loosely held in his hand. Both men are still relatively