Fright

Hauntings: Consecutive Substack Story 1047

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The Tibberry Police pulled up, looked like they might be in a hurry.

Steve Yates figured one of the kids at his Forest of Fright haunt might have been reported missing by a parent who hadn’t given permission.

None of the few kids in line at this late hour seemed to smell like weed or be overly concerned the cops were there. Many were in costume themselves. Steve wondered how the cops would identify a kid.

The first cop shined a flashlight directly in Steve’s eyes even though the entrance to the haunt on his five acre property was well lit with themed colors.

“Gotta shut you down,” the cop said.

This is Tibberry fucking Michigan, Steve thought. No cop has ever spoken to me without calling me Steve or Mr. Yates.