Yet Another Original Pre-Halloween Tale: "Imposter Syndrome"
Imposter Syndrome ©2024 by Brian James Lane The rain poured down in sheets. It was relentless and cold, a fitting backdrop for the night's macabre promise. N estled deep within the woods, t he small town of Willow Creek was his hunting ground. It was the sort of place where nothing much ever happened—until tonight. The blissfully ignorant townsfolk were tucked away in their homes, the assumed. He would change all that, he knew. He stood at the edge of the woods just beyond the reach of porchlight. He stood visible, nonetheless. Though he was a dark figure, he was cloaked in a bright yellow raincoat that sheened with nearly a light of its own. It wasn’t his first choice, of course. No, he had always imagined himself wearing something more ominous—perhaps a mask like the one that Michael Myers wore, or a hockey one like Jason’s. But the raincoat had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, plucked from the remnants of a forgotten attic after his escape from the asylum f
