It was unusually cool the day I left the hospital. I still show many of the symptoms that put me there in the first place, including the headaches and insomnia. But with the help of medicine, I have been able to diminish both to an acceptable level. Not wanting to spend more time inside, I headed to the local fall festival, hoping the air would do me good.
Every year, for nearly as long as anyone can remember, Autumn has been defined by the attractions of the local festival. At first it was a gnostic based, harvest festival. As time passed, Halloween and the Autumnal Solstice were brought together into a single event, spanning the month of October. There are many things to see there, but by far the most popular is the haunted house.
The person who arranges this is a local man who is known to have a great deal of money. How he came into the income is unknown, but he is a great patron of the theater and the restoration of old buildings. But every year he devotes a great amount of attention to the purchasing of parts and construction of the new haunted house. Building begins in early September, and completes shortly before the season starts. It then remains till the end of the months, and then on November 1st it is dismantled.
There is no consistency in his plans, and every year he creates a new set of blueprints to be executed, and is known to stand on site, overseeing the construction in a heavy fur coat.
This year was the largest construction yet, occupying two floors and nearly twenty rooms. After a great amount of deliberation the final arrangement of rooms was agreed upon, and the attraction became open to the public.