~EP~
I carefully slid on the white dress with dried blood stains that was hanging in my grandmother's closet. When I found it, it was covered in a garbage bag, hanging morosely within the depths of the walk-in closet. I intensified the blood stains (which were gross) with a smattering of crimson dye.
Then I carefully put in some brown contact lenses, put some blush on my pale cheeks, some lip gloss, and grabbed the pillow case I was going to use to collect all the candy I was going to get (hopefully).
I made sure to feed Grandma some chocolate, switch on Dracula (her favorite scary movie) and lock the doors before I strutted out of the small, old house, and to Paul's larger, more expensive one.
I knocked on the door, and Paul answered it, looking very much like how my grandma described the monster. I was impressed (even though I put the costume together for him).
"Trick or treat." I grinned, and Paul rolled his eyes, kissing me.
"Paul! Lip gloss!" I scolded him, jerking myself away after a couple seconds. He sighed, and walked out the door, and we walked not twenty feet before Kelly, Tara, and Roxanne strutted up.
Kelly was a princess, as promised, with a pink ball gown and crystal shoes, eyes shining. Tara was a pumpkin (good for her shape, I think), and Roxanne was a INDIAN princess. Which basically meant sporting a pair of poofy, sheer capris and a bra.
I sighed, clutching onto Paul's hand.
"Hey, guys."
"Wow, you look authentic, Kim." Kelly teased, and I laughed, curtsying.
"And so do you, Edward." Roxanne teased Paul, but in a slightly more sultry voice. Paul's face spread into a grin.
"Well, let's get going, shall we?" I smiled, after the silence that consisted of Paul looking at Roxanne strangely, almost knowingly.
Everyone laughed anxiously and nodded, and the night began.
~ES~
I crept down the regal staircase, heart pounding already. Was I really going to do this? After so long, am I really going to see Kim again? The real question in my mind was: will she accept me?
I snuck out of the door, making sure to lock it as tight as I could, and crept into the moonlit garden that I so often tended to at this time of the night. But instead of trimming the whimsical hedges, I walked nervously to the large garden gate, and slipped through a gap in the bars. I was out. Now to find Kim.
~EP~
"Trick or treat!" We all said in unison, happily holding out our pillowcases for some candy. The grumpy old man at the door frowned at us.
"You know, I remember that man." He grumbled, pointing at Paul's costume.
"You knew him?" I asked curiously.
"Yeah. He seemed pretty nice to begin with..."
"Yeah?" I asked, gesturing for him to go on.
"Come on, Francesca. We need to go, my mom wants me home early." Tara said, pulling on her orange costume.
"Wait!" I said, spinning around to glare at them, and then turned back around to gaze at the old man with interest.
"Well... he robbed this family's house, and that's when everything started going downhill. He raped this lady named Joyce...."
"That's my grandma!" Roxanne raised her hand, sounding excited that she could supply anything to the conversation.
"...Okay... well, then he sliced up the family's curtains and wallpaper that he was staying with... who was it.... the Boggs family, I believe. Yes, the Avon lady. What was her name.... oh.... Peg, I think. Yes, that's it. And then he sliced his daughter, Kim's hand up real bad, and he ran away, back to the old mansion," He pointed up to the creepy house, "and he was never seen again. Many said he died, but some still think he's up there. I'm one of 'em." He put a thumb to his chest, looking at us all proudly.
"Wow..." I marveled. Maybe he's still alive? Is that why I keep having these dreams about him stabbing Paul?
"Yes, I was just a boy, maybe 6 at the time. But I still remember it." He pointed to his withered head, and grinned.
"Well, this sure was fun, but we have to leave now." Paul said, yanking me away from the porch forcefully.
"Ow, Paul..." I whimpered, holding onto my wrist.
"Suck it up." He rolled his eyes.
