Cruising freely in the desolate sprawling streets, they run rampant.
They intertwine, cotton sheets billowing.
They disperse, jack-o-lanterns flickering.
And at the end of the street, they rejoice once again, whistling in glee.
The meandering breezes never felt so cold.
Halloween has strolled by silently. But before it left, it had secretly send out an invitation.
This event, which is present only once a year, has eventually returned. Strong as ever.
I feel the wind tickle my pickle mischievously even through my layers of clothing, igniting a flame deep within me.
That's right, the time of the year has come again.
But this time, I am prepared.