Boys and Girls of every Age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This our town of Halloween.
This is Halloween,
This is Halloween,
Pumpkins Scream in the dead of night...
The famed song rang through the sound system and filled the artfully dimmed interior of the club. On the dance floor, shapes moved and writhed to the music. At the bar, staff danced to ritual movements with shakers spinning and glasses filled for waiting mouths.
The mountain moved among them, a shadow himself, wreathed in his new greatcoat with its voluminous hood pulled over his face. He was the looming giant of horror: a monster, a frankenstein in his coat so like the sou'westers of old. He had no idea why he had ventured out to a club, let alone this club; the Hedge had beckoned but he had rejected its call for once. No, he wanted to be among the mortal, the muggles, the normal folk who tonight played at being monstrous. It was a truth that he tried desperately to hide from himself: but sometimes he yearned for the company of ordinary people. Tonight was such a time.
He avoided the dance floor and turned his back on the shadowy recesses where he would normally loom. Instead he found a quiet corner by the bar, scenting a sudden syrupy tang of fear when some of the patron's fathomed just how big he really was. He resisted drawing in that potent power - it was not his night after all. A few minutes later he was sitting on a stool with a fruity craft beer in his hand.
He watched the dancing shadows and tried to pretend that this moment was not as truly reflective of his life as it really was.
-1 Glamour for Hardened Mask
Its Halloween. All welcome