#thhalloween

 This is so last month, literally this time.

 I would probably have some really great juicy gossips but someone probably caught me out of guard and kept my glass always filled with something..

 Since we still have a few categories tied up, we are giving a few more hours for more people to vote so we can announce who won tonight and what will be their reward.

First of all: Thank you to all the citizens that participated in our Costume Contest

It's now time to vote and remember that the first two winners of each category will receive an award.

How to Vote:

Go to http://thehamptons-rp.tumblr.com/halloweencostume - You will find all the participants as well as their numbers in all the categories

Send us via Fanmail or Submit your votes.

 When you're sending your votes, you must include the category you're voting followed by the number of the participant you chose.

 If we receive an incomplete fanmail/submittion, the votes will not count.

 We wish all the participants a good luck, and to all of you, make a sincere decision.

 Thank you,

 And you are so worried about it when we are all losing our minds, I’m so touched..

He counted five… no, six hairy things scuttle out of the shadows, snuffling, snorting, and squealing as they sought their prey. Their bodies were covered in masses of dark, wiry hairs. Their torsos were unusually heavy-set compared to their relatively thin legs, but they moved quickly on those strong, gripping limbs. Their heads were horned, and had a set of hairy mandibles. Anthony, sucked in a breath as he watched the spiders lurk about the fair while no one else took notice of them but him. These hallucinations were beginning to seem so real that he was starting to second guess his mental health.

The strangest thing had happened over the course of a few minutes. He’d felt well rested, refreshed and healthy all day until he’d come to the fair. He’d walked out of the beer garden and suddenly he felt unwell, weak, dizzy and nauseated. It was all akin to being heavily intoxicated except Anthony had only stomached three alcoholic drinks during the night. Two rums at home and a beer in the beer-garden. Now, he was having whacked out hallucinations about spiders as he roamed the fair-grounds. Maybe he’d merely underestimated the strength of the beverages. But the idea of having his drink spiked seemed to be at the forefront of his mind, even if it still didn’t explain the hallucinations entirely.

 It will be fun, you asked him to come as a prince, do something nice for him, boys like that kind of stuffs, buy the tickets for the haunted house, “I’ll never listen to my inner voice again..ever again.”, even before getting inside the house, Sofia was already mumbling to herself, in a lower tone that probably Seth would hear because of his werewolf hearing but Sofia wasn’t caring about that. With every step she took inside the Hamptons Cemetery, the urge to just run out from that place was growing. C’mon Sofia, focus on the house.

 She wasn’t fearless, no matter how much she tried not to show her fears when someone was around and it wasn’t like Seth hadn’t seen her scared, he did saw her on the first time the two met each other and Sofia still found that embarrassing. It wasn’t just that place that was making her nervous, there was something else but Sofia couldn’t guess that what she was feeling differently was effects from the drinks she took earlier with Anastasia and Meredith. Even being careful to never loose her sight out of her glass, this time there was nothing Sofia could have done, unless she didn’t drank at all, which was impossible for Sofia when she was the one with dry lips after a Ferris Wheel ride with Marina.