The Turkey-Day Terror: a Tale of Oven-Roasted Dread (Millennial Horror Stories)

The crisp smell of fallen leaves struck me as I opened the door of my beat-up Civic. It was a pleasant aroma that would have been more delightful had those leaves not been shoved into dramatically black trash bags. My aunt Priscilla’s lawn was immaculate — not a stray leaf to be found. The scent clearly arose from her neighbor’s yard, where a charming…