Alone on an October NightAlone on an October NightOnce there was a man walking home at night in the country. He was in no hurry; he had lingered at the inn later than he should have, drinking with other local men, and he knew that a tongue-lashing from his wife awaited him. Thus, he walked at a leisurely pace, holding his lantern aloft, admiring how the full October moon alighted the nocturnal scenery. It was so beautiful, he thought, the way the autumn color was visible even in the moonlight.He had reached the bridge to cross over the creek when a dark shape arose suddenly in front of him. From whence the thing came he'd never be able to say. Nor could he put a n