you know what that means?

It's spooky ghost time, motherfuckers

Harvey took a few steps forward, the dry leaves crackling under the weight of his heavy boots. He looked around, trying to find a discrepancy in the perfectly symmetrical lines of trees. The thick milky fog ahead of him gave the illusion that the rows of birch and willow stretched infinitely, making Harvey feel more lost than he already was.

The air grew colder, and Harvey noticed that he could see his breath.

"It may rain." He said offhandedly, looking up at the dark gray sky. He turned towards the other, an impatient look on his face.