Walking alone down the street at night, with nothing but the dim lights of the closed shops to guide you. It is a street that you know well, and you’ve done this same thing many times before. You usually feel safe and unafraid, as familiar territory tends to grant peace of mind. Tonight however, you feel as if someone is watching you. You pick up the pace without trying to seem to obvious. Truth is, you’re kind of embarrassed by this uneasy feeling. It’s a fairly good neighborhood after all, and the odds of something happening are slim to none. Regardless, the hair on the back of your neck is standing up and you decide you would feel  a lot better if you got home quickly.

vampire

You hear a noise, like the fluttering of wigs and glance away from the street you’ve been following. It was only a moment, but when you look back there is a man leaning against a building up ahead. Strange, you think, there wasn’t anyone on this street before. You avert your eyes to the ground and prepare yourself to pass him when suddenly he is in front of you. The corner of his mouth turns up into a little smile and you notice that he’s very good looking close up. You mutter an ‘excuse me’ and attempt to step to the side, but without seeming to move he is directly in front of you once again. His eyes lock with yours and your breath quickens. Something is wrong about this person, very very wrong. You can feel in him qualities that you’d expect to find in a wild animal, and his skin is too pale; a tone you would only expect of someone in the hospital on their death bed. His eyes are downright terrifying. You realize all of a sudden that you should be running, the fear takes hold of you and every fiber of your being is screaming at you to get away from him as quickly as possible…. but you haven’t moved an inch.

He moves fluidly and takes you by the arm. Your body moves without your consent and you find yourself being led into an alley way. When you reach this more secluded area, his smirk turns slowly to a full grin, and reveals glistening sharp fangs. When they sink into your neck, you feel the most pain and the most pleasure you’ve ever felt in your life; sifted together like a sick chemical cocktail in your veins. You look up at the vampire one last time, then everything goes black.

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

Imagine running through a dark forest in the middle of the night. The wind is cold and biting for this time of year, and stings as it rushes past your face. Something is chasing you, but you dare not look back for fear that it will be much closer than you expected.

Headless Horseman

You concentrate on moving your feet, and avoiding tree branches, but forget for a moment that tree roots are more of a threat. A gnarled root catches your food and sends you crashing into the ground. You loose precious seconds as you scramble back to your feet and begin to run again. The light of the moon is dim, and hardly illuminating the path in front of you. You pray that you don’t run into a tree, because that would most certainly mean your end.

Behind you, the sound of a massive creature huffing and snorting grows louder. It’s hoofs are digging into the half-frozen ground with ease, and jetting it forward at a pace faster than your own. It will only be a matter of time now until it catches up to you, until it has you. But the horse is not what you fear, oh no, it’s the rider. A man, large and vengeful who seems to have come from the very center of the earth. From hell itself. He knows exactly where you are, and expertly steers his horse around trees and over roots despite not having a head.

A head is what he is after…. the head currently sitting on your shoulders.

You chance a look behind you and see that he is there, his shoulders are turned and he is reaching for something. In that dim light of the moon you see the glint of metal; of sharpened, bloodstained steel. He swings the blade towards you, and you resign your life to The Headless Horseman.

Trying dressing as something fearsome this Halloween.

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