A ghostly figure in a dark cloak appears before your vision. A rather small figure, if you were able to look more closely, you could tell that the specter was in the form of a small child. A simple, white mask covers his identity.
Before you even realize it, the child is already in front of you. He looks up to you with a shy smile featuring onto his face in an attempt to make sure that he meant no harm for you. In his small hands is a little bag tied with a ribbon.
The spirit holds out the little bag to offer it to you, but before you could do anything else, the black - cloaked entity vanished from your sight as fast as he appeared.
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But the little bag that was in his hands was in his place.
' Happy Halloween !
- HRE
Little Halloween
On the nice October day, you were enjoying the chat going on with many different people of Gaia. Apparently, at the same time, an event was going on that involved humans and wolfs. Seems familiar.
You soon spotted a girl with orange hair and black clothing. She was playing with a pumpkin shaped wand in the corner. The movement of her wand had stopped as she met eye contact with you. The girl smirked and started saying something. With all the people in the room, you couldn't hear what she was saying.
Suddenly, you felt your left shoulder being touched. You turned to face what was touching you, but it was already in the air. It was a dark grey bat. With a sigh, you looked back at the girl but she was gone. Right below you, you noticed a white giftbox with a yellow bow. Picking it up, you examined the box. There was a note attached to the side.
'Almost Halloween, I can't wait! Anyway, enjoy. I made this with special ingredients, heehee. ~Little Halloween~'
The candy witch
Candy sounds good?
Yes, it certainly does
Mine is the best
I made it with love
Come, take a bite
Tell me, what do you think?
Well, it matters naught
That bite made you mine
~ The Candy Witch
anonymous benefactor
You're waiting. It's an eye appointment, you're happy, you missed your least favorite class to visit me. You're mother drove you, and she even signed you in. You watch the colorful fish in the aquarium and ask yourself how they survive in such a small world. You hear your name, The nurse has to check her chart, she forgot you're name already, a shame. You follow her and sit in the dentistry chair, while she asks you questions you ponder how this chair breaches the gap between the worlds of Optometry and Dentistry. The nurse leaves. I enter;
&Hello Mundane crow.
Perhaps if I told you why you're here. It seems you didn't heed the advice of your elders. But we'll come back to that; Tell me, are you afraid of needles? You should be. These tiny little rods shoving aside your skin, tearing at tissue, and boring into your body. They fill you with various drugs, that give you such wonderful emotions. Lust, Anger, Melancholy, fear. But I'd not consider Needles irrational. no. Any member of the sane mundane would fear the death bringing poison of a man-made sting. I shall tell you one more time, what your elders have already said. Hell, I'll help you out even. 'Keep an eye out for danger.'
Goodbye little crow, I'll see you in the Harvest.
The drugs slowly wear off. you're in the hospital. you hear the voices of the doctors outside. Only survivor? you? you open your eye and see a small package on your chest, &I'LL RETURN THIS, SOON.& reads the tag.
&Fear is the best release.&
Disclaimer
This is a work of Fiction, All peoples dead are a result of your fear of losing them.
Schrodingers Cat
A cat, along with a flask containing a poison and a radioactive source, is placed in a sealed box shielded against environmentally induced quantum decoherence. If an internal Geiger counter detects radiation, the flask is shattered, releasing the poison that kills the cat. The Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics implies that after a while, the cat is simultaneously alive and dead.
So, what do you think? Is it possible that I'm both living and dead?
Or perhaps we should just close you up in my box and you can find out yourself.
Anonymous benefactor
Q. What happened to the guy who couldn't keep up payments to his exorcist?
A. He was repossessed.
America
hehe, thanks for bewieving in me.
I'll make sure to be a good hewo for you and evewyone else.
Ah, hewr.
*gives candy*
Since it is hawwoween and evewything.
It's not hawwoween without the candy of course~
The wary Alchemist
Don't fret- I made these special for you!
These bracelets will protect you from harm!
Or wait; is it the other way around? Did I forget something?
Oh dear...
-The Wary Alchemist
The traveling merchant
When he gave her this present, all she could do was sob.
I think it was because he used his own heart to make it.
-The Traveling Merchant
Castiel
I don't exactly understand the customs of humans, but Dean told me that Samhain is a time to give strangers candy, and that it would be... advantageous if I did so.
-Castiel
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The Nordics pretty much avoided Finland at this point of the year, except Sweden of course, due to the mindset of the Christmas country. There was no such thing as 'Halloween' in his eyes and spent October in his early Christmas planning with his house already decked out in Christmas decorations, he was in his Christmas sweaters, and blasting Christmas music that you could hear from a block down the street. Not to mention the pounds of cookies Finland made daily, it really was a wonder if anyone stopped by to visit them by choice this time of the year.
&Hello, don't zou think it's a little early to start decorating?& France called out.
&It's never too early to start preparing&.& Finland replied with is santa hat on, France got a strange look in his eyes.
&You zouldn't happen to have any mistletoe I can borroz zould you?&
&Yes there is some over there, what are you going to do wit--& A small small ding could be heard and Finland rushed out to save his cookies from burning.
&I'm just planing to help someone get in the Christmas spirit a very specific someone!
A Really Bad Pickpocket
Uh hi. I bumped into about halfway down the block and, well, it took me a bit to notice this wasn't your crown. Try again?
-A really Bad Pickpocket
Birdie
A small girl child stood before you and tilted her head at you. Her blond hair ruffled in the wind.
&Did they take your legs?& She asked.
&They...?& You echoed. She nodded.
&Yeah, They gave me these wings.& She said turning, her dress flowing with her movements. Dove wings were stapled and sown into her skin. The wing's flesh was rotting away, but they wouldn't sperate from her back. You gasped.
&Oh well. I 'spose you don't know who they are. Here ya go.& She said dropping a giftbox down and skipping away, the stench of rotting flesh dancing on the wind.
--Birdie
