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Midnight Sacrifice
He doesn’t expect to be part of the ritual
The brisk October wind whipped through the trees, causing a funnel of leaves to rise from the forest path before me. I pulled up the collar of my leather overcoat to ward off the autumn chill. It was past midnight and I should have been home, snuggled up with Jasmine in front of the fire, finishing off the Halloween candy left over from the evenings trick-or-treating. Instead I was trudging my way through a dank dark forest, following a path I hoped would lead me to my wife.
To be clear, Jasmine is my wife. We’ve been married for twelve years. Each year we’ve been together we’ve spent Halloween passing out goodies to all the little ghouls and goblins, witches and spacemen, who come by our door looking for treats. But this year things changed, and I got suspicious. My wife loved dressing up and I loved watching her dress up. But this year she begged off, needed to keep a friend company.
Well, I snooped around and found out she was sneaking out with a bunch of her girlfriends, so I was bad and put a tracking app on her phone. I followed it to a parking lot at a state park about fifty miles from where we lived. I was now standing about a mile and a half down the trail. The forest was pitch black —…
