Ganged by Three Bears: an Erotic Halloween Story

For a moment, I close my eyes and imagine the high-pitched noises above my head are birds chirping and not a gaggle of bats squeaking or squealing or whatever the heck they do. Then, when I open my eyelids again, I notice a strange smokey scent waft in my nostrils. “Could someone really live out here? Or, wait…,” I mutter aloud as I walk between a narrow patch of grass dividing two rosebushes…