If you know what’s good for you, then you’ll know to only accept food and drink from certain people, people that you can trust. Oh, and you’re very aware of what is good for you as well as what is bad. As someone in a princess costume, it would not be surprising that at least one person out there in that grand wilderness we call society would be meaning to kill you. You’re not being foolish (not in the least!) and of course there is no such thing as being overly cautious. Cautious people remained alive, while gung-ho type persons that threw reason to the wind, did not. Not to say that you are the type of person who remains indoors constantly for fear of the unknown. You just happen to know the odds for how you will be killed, and they all favor ‘murder’.

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Today began like any other day; you woke, dressed, and bathed with the unnecessary help of your most trusted servant and meandered about the house popping in on relatives and servants alike but speaking with neither for an extended period of time. You came down to the breakfast table and browsed the paper while sipping some tea. The tea today seemed hotter than usual, but maybe that wasn’t right. It seemed hotter inside you after you drank it, like a dull fire down your esophagus and in your stomach. You look at your butler inquisitively, and he looks back at you concerned. You ask him why he is making such a face and he responds that you don’t look well. It seems that just as he says so, you begin to feel quite unwell. Your pulse begins to race and your breathing picks up considerably. You stand, though you are not quite sure where you were meaning to go, and almost immediately collapse.

The last image you see before your eyelids grow heavy is his face, the face of your most trusted servant, your butler grinning down at you.

May we reconvene under the blood red moon,
-Black Widow

The beginning of the movie Halloween is set in 1963 where a young boy by the name of Michael Myers (then aged six) takes a knife from the kitchen and murders his seventeen year old sister while their parents are away. The parents return and find their daughter murdered and their son in a trance-like state. Not know what else to do with him, they send him to a sanitarium where a child psychologist by the dame of Sam Loomis works with him for eight years in an attempt to figure the boy out or help him in some way. By the end of the eight years however, Dr. Loomis is completely convinced that there is no helping the boy because he is clearly pure evil. He tries to ensure that Michael stays locked up but when the time comes for him to be tried as an adult, and they make the move to transfer him to another institution he escapes and returns to his home town (after killing a truck driver and stealing the jumpsuit we see him wear in the film).

Michael Myers

The remainder of the film is what pioneered the way for most other slasher films that would follow in the next two decades. Needless to say, a few teenagers were brutally murdered, and that even after being stabbed two times with household objects, and once in the chest with a knife he was still going strong. It wasn’t until the end of the movie when he was shot six times did it seem like he might stop killing. However, after being shot he fell off of the second story balcony of the house, and by the time the main characters looked outside to see the body, he was gone.

The movie was good enough to warrant seven sequels, and inspire many many other fantastic horror films.

May we reconvene under the blood red moon,
-Black Widow

You’ve always loved nature, and you often go for walks through the woods behind your house to unwind after stressful days. You think it’s beautiful out there, and serene. So you slip on a pair of sneakers and tie your hair up. You leave your cell phone on the counter, because taking it with you would defeat the purpose of being out among the trees. It’s not that maybe you would get a phone call. You definitely would, and it would be somebody needing something from you, and well, it just wasn’t conducive to relaxation. You leave your house and head towards the trees, you’ve walked the same way enough times that a small path has been forged through the underbrush. You know it well enough that you follow the trail without needing to look down. Your eyes are elsewhere, taking in the scenery.

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A small noise snaps you out of your reverie, it sounded like a hiss. You hate snake outfits, and you always have. They slither and twist in unnatural ways, their scales and patterns, eyes, and of course their venomous qualities put you on edge and you really hope – as your look towards the origin of the sound – that it is not what you think it is. Unfortunately though, you were right. A long, snake as slithered onto the path directly in front of you and it looks like it has the capability to deliver a nasty bite. You stand still, nearly paralyzed by fear for a moment, then begin to back away slowly.

Without watching where you were going however, you do not see the second snake that had come up behind you. You step on its tail, and it in return clamps down on your calf, and injects venom straight through your pant leg. You yell out in pain and quickly reach down to pull it off of you. You throw it into the brush before it gets the chance to clamp down on your hand as well, and take off running towards your house.

After calling 911, you realize that running all the way back home had probably gotten the venom into your bloodstream faster, but you didn’t want to risk another bite from the first snake, or for the one you threw to come back angrier than before. But would a second bite be worse or better than the sprint home? You sink down to the kitchen floor and hope that the ambulance gets there in time.

May we reconvene under the blood red moon,
-Black Widow