Halloween itself is a treat, as far as I’m concerned. Yes, yes, I’m definitely one of *those* people, who’s favourite holiday is the spooky one. I can’t help it, I love all the horror movies, I love the costumes and I love the magic in the air. Believe in it or not, you’ll feel it too.
As special as I keep the night, my plans can come and go. As long as I’m surrounded by the macabre or the devilish, I’m happy. This all hallow’s eve however, I have been spellbound. Whether I’ll give over my soul doesn’t worry me at this point, she’s worth every ounce of it.
Over the years, I had seen the house next door alight with the haunted festivities toward the end of october. The [OTHER NIGHT](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qbf0vr/what_we_do_in_our_gardens_a_part_2/) I got a glimpse over the fence, and I fell head over heels for it. So, a few hours of makeup would be worthwhile tonight. It’s a practiced routine, and the snout, fur and eyes all came together perfectly. I decided to throw on a varsity jacket and let people decide if I was… MJ or MJF. Never noticed that before.