It was October. The leaves were crisp and brown and the wind was ripping them off of the trees and scattering them to the four corners of Five Corners, Indiana.
Ghosts of men and beasts roamed the streets of Five Corners, for alas, Five Corners, Indiana, is naught but a ghost town.
It seems that when the Indianapolis, Peru and Chicago Railroad laid their track through Miami County they laid it through Macy and not through Five Corners.
So the ghosts roamed the streets bemoaning their beloved town’s fate and cursing the wretched city of Macy, Indiana, which incidentally just so happened to be named after the President of the Indianapolis, Peru and Chicago Railroad.
It’s funny how they never thought of blaming the railroad company but that’s ghosts for you.
So the ghosts roamed the streets bemoaning their beloved town’s fate and cursing the wretched city of Macy, Indiana, which as of 2020 boasted a population of 199.
To be honest the ghosts weren’t really all that scary. Most of them were Methodists.
In fact, this week’s column hasn’t really been all that scary since maybe the first couple paragraphs so I think I’ll just wrap it up now.
Shit’s already scary enough out there anyway.
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