Yawn at the moon.

It isn't every year that Halloween falls on a full moon, but when it does, the McConnor clan of werewolves make sure to lock their doors. They turn off every light and pretend that they don't even live there.

Perhaps that is their mistake. The humans in the neighborhood think of their house as haunted or cursed. So on Halloween there was always some cocky teen thinking it was a good idea to break into the house to prove themselves brave.

When that teen encounters a pack of werewolves in full glory of a full moon. Well let's just say animal control gets called.

"Holy crap! Y'all are werewolves! Cool make me one!" This years teen cooed.

"It doesn't work that way son... I hate Halloween!" Papa McConnor growled.

"Why? The boy asked.

"The day is just the worst."

"So how come Halloween is such a big yawner? I mean, do the demons just hate how commercial it's become?”

"We're werewolves not demons. And it isn't about commercialism. It is about the way we have to spend six months proving we don't have any dogs vicious or otherwise. And then there's the year we got fleas from that boy with bad hygiene..."

"Oh man I'm sorry. Here take my candy. Be careful of the ones in the green packaging. I got those at the hippie commune they've been known to mix up the Halloween candy with their 'theraputic' kind."

"Thank you son. Maybe Halloween isn't all bad."

"Dude try the hippie candy I guarantee it won't be bad at all."


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Day 7:
"So how come Halloween is such a big yawner? I mean, do the demons just hate how commercial it's become?” —Buffy Summers, Buffy the Vampire Slayer