Takeout

Is that time of the year again. Your day. The only one in the whole year and you know you have to make the most of it.

You move yourself out of bed, and into nice, neat clothes. You never wonder where they come from, or whom they belong to, but you don’t actually mind. They fit the purpose perfectly, for they fit you as well.

You climb out, and walk out, and see the people, the buildings and the night. You remember they used to be important to you, but you don’t care as much anymore. The moon stares back at you, and you know your time is then.

There’s a hunger in your mind. You can certainly feel it growing. Stirring. Slowly at first, but getting stronger and stronger. You walk towards the people.

The streets are filled with vampires and monsters and ghosts. It’s Halloween night. Your night. And no one notices you, the same way they’ve never noticed you since you died. It’s a good night to eat and you are right in town.