Blood Ties—Halloweenthology: Día de Muertos
As the last vestiges of daylight faded, Andrew bolted all the windows. The footfalls of his boots resounded with each step upon the floorboards. He paused at a window, slid it shut, fastened the bolt with a flick of his thumb. Through the dust speckled glass, he saw his brother emerge from the barn. Andrew pulled the curtains together, moved out onto the porch. Leaning against the railing, he observed his brother heaving a wooden bucket toward the well. . . .