The two times the ER gets traumatized yearly: Halloween and… the one that shall not be mentioned…

I hear those dossile tones, from that dark skinned chanteuse dawning red apperal. Like a lovecraftian drone that slowly winds up in pitch, slowly becoming more audible, more perceivable over time, as it’s mantra like message envelopes the land, like a sonic plague…

Never mind, don’t read that, it will curse you.