Blood steams on the earth, enough of it spilled to create tiny rivulets between blades of grass. The light from the rising moon makes it seem as black and thick as tar. The girl wipes her knives on the ground, humming quietly to herself.
It is always lovely to begin Halloween this way, and each year that it happens the girl is pleasantly surprised. Even though, strangely enough, it happens every year without fail. She has lost her apples, they are strewn in the dirt, but it’s a worthwhile sacrifice.
She tilts her head back, breathing in the night air with a smile on her face. The moon is still low in the velvet sky, the night stretching ahead of her filled with infinite promise. Right now though, she’s tired from her sprint…among other things.
The girl rolls over, the dew that is beginning to settle on the grass gently erasing a drop of blood from her cheek. She buries her head beneath the hood of her cloak, and drifts off to sleep between her bloodstained new friends, dreaming of the hours left to her on this All Hallows’ Eve.