As you walk to the doorstep you trip and fumble over the fake props.

You hear the laughter of a holiday from inside.
Ghostly figures come through the trees.

You trip and fall once more.



“Trick or treat give me something good to eat, if you don’t I don’t




care, I’ll pull down your underwear.”

Memories from your childhood flicker through your mind, as children sing


Doorstep



To doorstep.
You miss the days of candy

Now you’re too old for that

You miss the innocent houses




That could never frighten you



Finally up to the door you knock lightly, and the door swings open



You see fog rising up from the deserted ground

You have no idea what is going on, and you already would like to leave



But no




You can’t let yourself down


There are reasons for this



And that’s the only reason why you’re here


You walk up the stairs and feel them cower beneath your weight

As you look down, you notice skulls and things scattered along the floor



You already hate it here, but you need to finish your mission


You don’t want to be made fun of anymore



You have to overcome your fear of ghosts, and goblins




And other things





Your fear of never becoming






one of those girls







The beautiful ones








The ones loved by many



But you will be one of those girls



Magically transformed after this




To a beautiful, indestructible girl

You reach the attic


And everyone turns their head



They knew who you were and what you were here for




The ouija board is out, and ready to call





The things you are afraid of






Spirits and monsters

You walk in, to never come back out







Happy Halloween?