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Here Comes Halloween Muffled screams and laughter reached her ears. She hung there, feeling the sensations of being back on earth fill her empty soul. The rustling of the wind, flowing through the trees reassured she was in fact here, back for another year. The smell of the damp earth hit her nose. And the feeling, not quite alive, but close enough to taste, the feeling of being awake once again. Shera shot out her arm, willing her scythe into existence. It was crooked and bent, like the sanity of her mind. She swung expertly, like she did every year, to separate herself from the rope that hung her suspended from the ground. She fell gracefully, rocking on the heels of her black boots. Shera raised her eyes to the rising moon, grinning. Her hand took hold of the rope, untangling its firm grip from her throat. Shera also inspected her scythe for damage. She ran her finger softly down the blade. “I missed you precious,” She crooned lovingly. Her scythe hummed in response, glowing softly with magical power. Shera noticed a pond nearby, and walked over to it. She studied her reflection. Hissing in anger, she straightened her tattered dress and tightened her boots. She scowled at her messy hair and focused inwardly on what spell to use. She wasn’t a bippity boppity boo type of witch, she was a witch of the darkest kind. And she liked it. She focused her energies, enjoying the hair raising chill. She shook her head, allowing the magic to flow down her hair to once again create her infamous orange spiraling locks. Satisfied with her appearance, her mind turned to her debt. Shera decided to pay it first, and then enjoy the rest of the night. She quickly traversed through the woods, finally coming across a populated street. From there the crowds only became thicker and she gleefully waded through the crowd. She heard many gasps of awe as people admired her “costume.” She spotted a suitable candidate, and Shera’s mouth twitched into a sinister grin. She tagged her candidate, a brunette pirate, and followed her. To Shera’s surprise, the pirate led her to an abandoned cemetery. At least her job was easier, she thought gleefully. She watched as the pirate stopped at a gravestone and began rubbing it with paper and charcoal. Shera casually walked over and stood next to the girl. The girl jumped, quickly seeing Shera. “Oh… Hello.” The girl gasped. The girl stood, taking in Shera’s costume. Shera smiled. She leaned closer to the girl. “Why out so late in a cemetery? It is dangerous at night you know.” Shera smiled goofily to show she was kidding. The girl let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She smiled back. “Your hair is beautiful, it must of taken you hours. What did you use?” “Oh, nothing much...” Shera smirked. She edged closer to the girl. “Just magic.” She snarled as she brought down the scythe. “Happy Halloween,” she hissed. |
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