Halloween

            Darkness was everywhere and the children were afraid. The unborn squirmed in their mothers' wombs, primal terror birthing silent mews and fluttering heartbeats. Their mothers, being less tuned to the natural tug of order and terror, where wholly unsuspecting of what was to come. They didn't know until they received their telegraphs, until long after their husbands' bodies had stilled and begun to warp. But the children knew, and they quaked in their warm cocoons and dreaded their arrival into a world where blood mixed with blood. This world where blood mixed with blood so thoroughly that no one could tell whose was whose.