My neighbors raked and raked until the curbs were piled high with crispy reds, yellows and oranges. Piles like that just begged for a leaf fight. If you listened closely, they whispered when they rustled, “Come on, jump in. We won’t be here long.” Most of the friendly neighbors wouldn’t mind if you shuffled through or fell into the mound as long as you raked it all into a neat pile again. I remember more than one dad leaning on his rake, smoking a pipe or cigarette and waiting for us to wear ourselves out so he could light the pile.
I left the city more than thirty years ago. Because we live in a rural area, we used to drive to town to take our own kids out for trick-or-treating. When they grew too old to take part in the candy haul, we still went out to collect spare change for UNICEF (United Nations International Children’s Emergency Fund). Once in a while, a thoughtful resident would not only put a dollar in the box, they’ve give candy too. Ah the memories. I still love the season. This weekend, I’ll dress for a friend’s annual costume party. And when I get out of the car, I’ll make a point of shuffling through the leaves. I may even ring her doorbell and shout, “Trick or treat!” Maybe she’ll have Tootsie Rolls.
Unable to deny his own translucence, Dr. Jason Bowen determines his lack of physical substance could only mean one thing—he’s a ghost. Murdered more than a century before, Jason haunts his house and ponders the treachery that took his life. When Lanie O’Keefe arrives with plans to renovate her newly purchased Victorian mansion, Jason discovers, ghost or not, he’s still very much a man. Despite its derelict condition and haunted reputation, Lanie couldn’t be happier with her new home, but then she has no idea a spirit follows her every move throughout the day and shares her captivating warmth at night. Jason soon discovers he can travel through Lanie’s dreams and finds himself reliving the days before his murder with Lanie by his side. It took one hundred and twenty years for love to find them, but there’s that insurmountable little matter of Jason being dead.
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