Excerpt from SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES by Ray Bradbury.
Chapter 39: Charles Halloway speaking to Will Halloway and Jim Nightshade in the library as they investigate and try to evade the evil Mr. Dark, the Dust Witch, and the other Pandemonium Shadow Show Freaks.
His voice trailed off. ‘. . .Beware the autumn people. . . .’
‘An old religious tract. Pastor Newgate Phillips, I think. Read it as a boy. How does it go again?’
He tried to remember. He licked his lips. He did remember.
‘“For some, autumn comes early, stays late through life where October follows September and November touches October and then instead of December and Christ’s birth, there is no Bethlehem Star, no rejoicing, but September comes again and old October and so on down the years, with no winter, spring, or revivifying summer. For these beings, fall is the ever normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond.
Where do they come from?
Where do they go?
Does blood stir their veins?
No: the night wind.
What ticks in their head?
What speaks from their mouth?
What sees from their eye?
What hears with their ear?
The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. In gusts they beetle-scurry, creep, thread, filter, motion, make all moons sullen, and surely cloud all clear-run waters. The spider-web hears them, trembles—breaks.
Such are the autumn people.
Beware of them.”’
After a pause, both boys exhaled at once.
NOTE: If you have never read this book, or, if it’s been a long time since you have, I highly recommend it. Classic Bradbury in a spine-tingling fashion.