I’d forgotten about all the different Ray Bradbury spooky short story compilations out there until I saw this quote from the intro of The October Country:
“October Country is that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and mid-nights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain…”
Reading the summaries of the stories in The October Country, I’d also forgotten just how weird Bradbury can be. Guess it’s time for a re-read!