The night was dark, pitch black unlike anything found on Bob Ross’ infamous painting color palette that translated to the painting surface.

The night was especially foggy, you could see the hazy grey’ish swirls dance throughout the sky and anytime it touched a street light, it dances around the light into a thick rain that promises illusions and what you wont be able to see.

A couple of house strewn with spider webbing that cascades from the tip top of the roof to the shrubbery in frotn, pumpkins and skeletons dance on the stairs corners.

Kids running gleefully with their friends and families close behind keeping a watchful eye.

A stocky woman runs past a few kids, hair a strew, stained with either food coloring or magnificent fake blood, even strewn on her shirt. As she reaches me, she yells out, “ITS REAL ITS REAL,” then she stops and falls to her knees in the middle of the sidewalk, her arms outstretched, eyes are physically rolling back in her head.

“Holy shit, what the hell is that trick.” Devon said next to me. Devon is my best friend’s brother, him and I have some blurred lines between friendship and unsure what to puruse next but isnt he gorgeous, chieseled jaw line, a great head of black jet hair, a little stubble on the right cheek and a birthmark beauty mark above his left eye, its giving tasteful male liz taylor.

“I—I—- well Idk what this—WTF?!” I say as her expands and then bursts like a balloon blood splatter goes everywhere, Devon stands in front of me in a quick judgment call and it splatters above him, into his back a little splash my cheeks, kids everywhere screaming, their parents starring and yelling their kids name in horror, trying to round them up.”

“You ok?” Devon asks with calm yet I know he has panic laced undernearth his tone, his hands steadily holding me and his broad chest wont let me see, I even try to look past and he’s blocking it, “its bad, lets turn around and go the other way.”

We start fast walking, I take one more look back then forward, “Yikes D. Wtf was that……” i said as we fast walked side by side.

Devon: “I dont know but we better move quick, get back to the house, wait and see whats on the news.”

As we are walking back, we pass a figure in black trenchcoat leaned up against a stop sign with a marlboro like cigarette taking a deep puff, smells like sewage and tobacco but we keep walking. I couldnt help to notice a gold “H” embroidered on his signet ring. Suddenly, my eye met his lidded gaze while pass, and a strange shudder course through my veins, my blood stream, indicating D-A-N-G-E-R. But I look forward again and ignore it, maybe its what they calll adrenaline rush and with all of that crap and surrealism happening, I just need to get home and forget any of this ever happened. Maybe Devon can help with that.