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Trick Or Treating At Jenna'sYou knock on the door loudly, and wait for an answer.
A girl opens the door; obviously woken up by your disturbance. She's wearing old, torn pyjamas. Her skin is dark, and her hair is bright pink in colour. She has feline features, and tired, silver-blue eyes.
"TRICK OR TREAT!" You yell Happily, holding up your candy basket.
"..." She seems taken aback as you smile happy, then something snaps, and she feels around in her pockets in a hurry. "Oh, right... Halloween...! Hold on a second."
You raise an eyebrow as she retreats into the house, embarrassed.
"Here, I found this under the couch." She mumbles, dropping something into your bag. "I don't know what it is... You might want to find out before eating it."
A Poem To The BloodsuckerA shadow in the darkness may seem a ghastly threat,
Like a creature in the night that might rear is thin long neck.
These are not a fear for our pretty, thin blonde lass,
The worry for this lady, is but reflecting glass.
Upon her invitation, she may seem a sweet young creature,
But upon her reflection, her image shows no feature.
She smiles so calmly, with teeth so shining white,
But be careful what you wish for; this girl is bound to bite.
She offers herself so gently,
Like an understanding doe.
But I tell you this so urgently,
This woman is a hoe.
She lurks around in nightbars,
Searching for a mate.
And upon consumption,
They head for the pearly gates.
Strike her with a thin long plank,
Or burn her with a cross.
Either way she needs to go,
Or else it's your own loss.
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