MORPH. (Wednesday)
Kasper was on edge this month. While admittedly he hadn't believed all the stuff people were saying about October when it had been September, it was now clear to him that they weren't joking. And apparently this wasn't even the worst of it all! If nothing else Kasper was of the mind that people here didn't really understand the concept of being reassuring, at least not some of them. They weren't mean or cruel about it, but it seemed very much that their version of 'reassure' meant 'tell people how bad it had been previously, and that worse things would be coming'. Which, sure, meant that the current day's escapades would be fine, but...
Despite these lessons and the harsh reality that the first half of October had brought, nothing had happened directly, or specifically to Kasper so he hadn't really learned his lesson as of yet. Being chased by movie villains or hearing about creepy dolls or seeing menacing trees weren't exactly sneaky or tricky, they just were. So naturally when he was out at lunch enjoying some fresh autumn air (away from the corn, it should be said) when a slumped figure, an old man, stumbled up the front walk.
"Help! Can you help me?!" the man sputtered, looking confused enough. Something was wrong, and so Kasper's brow knit together and he got up from his spot on the grass to go over.
"Sir? Are you alright? What can I do?" Poor, stupid Kasper.