GHOULS AND GHOSTS
She didn't realluy like this time of year. It was to macadamia. Or macabre, maybe, she always got the two words confused, but either way, the whole Halloween thing was just nuts.
Why would people rejoice in such horrible things. Monsters and ghouls and ghosts? It makes no sense whatsoever as to why someone would want to embrace those horrible fictions.
She was more of a Christmas person for sure: peace on earth, good will towards men. Even Valentine's Day was better than this horrible excuse for a holiday. Was she wrong to think that a day that centred around a celebration of love and desire was better than one that focussed on ghouls and ghosts? Not a chance. She would hedge her bets on a giant bunny delivering eggs before she would hedge those same bets on black cats and goblins and witches and ghosts.
Even the more innocent aspects of the holiday ritual seem despicable. Stabbing a pumpkin and chopping into to pieces? What is that about?
That is what she had always thought until this very day...
It wasn't at all like it was in the movies. She didn't meet and instantly fall in love with a vampire who sparkled in the sunlight. That series was as close as she got to watching a "horror" movie. But really, it wasn't like that at all. No, this was different.
She was sitting in the foyer of her deceased grandparents' house when there was a knock at the door. At first, she figured it was someone collecting for Amnesty International, but when she answered the door, she realized that everything she had formerly believed was false.
Halloween was meant to be the time where the doorways between the land of the living and the land of the dead were at their most susceptible to crossing over.
All of a sudden, it seemed quite possible.
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