I'm not seeing spooky," I said. "Dark, yes, but what's spooky about it?""What's...

I'm not seeing spooky," I said. "Dark, yes, but what's spooky about it?"
"What's spooky?" Sam muttered.
Hayley pointed. "You can't tell me that isn't creepy."
I followed her finger to see branches draped in elegant, pale-green Spanish moss.
"That? Seriously? It's moss, Hayley, not an alien lifeform.