#hdhalloween

Location: Maynard Manor

Kit had never been to an event like this before and hadn’t really planned on coming but her friend made her promise that she would meet her here. Long story short her friend ended up calling it off at the last minute when Kit was here and the night had already started. Might as well just stick around and see what happens- or fuck around and find out. She thought to herself with a smirk. 

 Kit hadn’t been paying attention when a woman screamed bloody murder, so it scared her. It made her jump and latch on to the person next to her. Kit’s gaze left the ‘dead body’ and looked to the person next to her. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” She said, releasing their arm.

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON, I’LL PUNISH YOU

𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 on the pencil mustache he’d sprouted just for the occasion,  august scans the grounds for his runaway bride,  path lit only by crescent moon and the soft glow of orange string lights.  his fingertips run along the hay bales as he wanders towards the entrance,  cane dragging in the dirt behind him,  and when recognition flashes across his features,  it’s not for morticia but the familiar sight of denim overalls and  --  nothing else.  “  glad to see sexy farmer’s making a comeback for  . . .  is it the tenth year in a row ?  ”  while august liked to mix it up  (  mad hatter last year,  zombie bob ross the year before  ),  jack’s fit was tried and true,  a scantily-clad beacon at halloween parties across town.  but there was something new this year.  his gaze falls upon the bunch of flowers clutched in his grasp and he grins,  bemused.  “  for me ?  i don’t think the wife’s gonna be too happy about that,  but i guess what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.  ”

Today I have thinking about my life.

Tommorow I will thinking about my life.

jeepers!