The Patch was quiet for a fall day. This time of year there would be people in droves tapping pumpkins, lifting and carrying while small children danced around and shrieked their enthusiasm. The field was filled with pumpkins, but there were no people in sight. Douglas shrugged and closed his jacket against the chill and kept walking.
The house loomed up before him out of the trees, three stories of termite-infested natural wood that gave the whole place a creepy feel. Maybe this way Pete didnt have to worry about burglars.
He knocked on the big