Helping Hand

A Short Horror Story

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It was a cool but breezy afternoon where leaves fluttered to the ground, and trees became more beautiful over time before they were completely bare. Autumn was in full swing as I clutched my jacket for warmth, wishing I had brought my scarf because of the wind.

My usual lunch walks from the office consisted of taking various familiar paths that all ended up at my favorite local coffee shop…