Mr Frosty

Its music tingling in the night as it passed directly in front of my house.

And then the truck stopped.

Just stopped.

For whatever reason that made me pull back hard from my screen.  Like I had been shocked.

I stood in the bedroom and the safety of the darkness of the screen and looked at the truck just outside of my house.  I looked around at the other houses but no lights came on.  Again, no one stepped outside on their porch.  No one peered from behind a curtain.

Just, nothing.  Everything stayed still.

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