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The Dead Of Winter 3 by Kurt Warner (Genre: Living Dead)
Foley was in the middle of his favorite recurring nightmare.
It was a clear autumn night with a bright full moon. The leaves on the trees
lining both sides of the street had all changed color, and most had fallen off.
A breeze would send them scampering around Foley’s feet as he walked down the middle
of the road. He was in the outskirts of a city, in a wealthy neighborhood, but
he was the only person there - or in the whole dream, for that matter.
On either side of the street were large houses and mansions
in varying architectural designs and states of structural integrity, and Foley
knew they were all haunted. The old and the modern, the ramshackle and the
pristine, all had that in common. For the most part, it wasn’t obvious or
archetypical. It was that indefinable quality one sees from the outside, like
in photographs of haunted houses; that overly spiritual starkness and extreme
absence of warmth that tells you - ironically --- something’s going on inside.