By: Melissa Ratliff
I was listening to Lore. I gravitate towards strange, but just out of reach of horror. It was a fall evening and I was walking my dog on the greenway. The episode was about little hairy creatures that approached a man while he was out walking in the woods. Speaking a strange chittery language, they beckoned him to follow (which, he smartly did not). I knew it wasn’t real. I knew I was in the city. But did that stop me from quickening my pace, constantly looking over my shoulder, and jumping at every sound? No. No it did not.