The road seemed, darker. Not dark in the sense visually, but he could feel it. The eerie voices that whispered in his ears. It wasn't like this a year ago, he had visited the streets on the same night. People had been wandering around, wearing silly costumes and munching on candy. The house was bright and lit with different colours, and he smiled and walked through the doors. The next time he visited, there weren't people around, but the lamps lit the street, and shop bells rang out. It was happier then.
Now, now that he's travelled the world and come back, he realised how much he'd missed.