Ha ha ha!!!!!!!

I just convinced a whole gaggle of children (some as old as ten, I'd hazard) that my vampire teeth were real. Which means that I almost didn't mind them taking nearly all of the candy in my basket. Their chaperone (old sister? mother?) thought it was hilarious; she asked if I liked drinking blood, to which I replied yes, it's tasty, at which the children all ran screaming. Hee hee. Anyway, when they were gone, there was only one Reese's pb cup left, so I rescued it for myself; and I had to open the second bags of 3 Musketeers and Milky Way Midnights. I'll have to remember how popular Reeses are for next year; nearly all of the kids have been choosing those (so that they'd have gone first even without this recent greedy horde).

But the teeth thing was so brilliant. Kids are so gullible. I love Halloween. ("Are you supposed to be a vampire?" "No, these are my real teeth.") *does a little happy Halloween dance*

I give up, for now...

I was making a valiant attempt to finish my spooky story for wiseacress's Scary Halloween Fic-a-thon, but I'm going to wimp out and leave it at just having given her "The World We Made." I'd rather go to the party.

But here's the first part, in case anyone's curious. (There'll be bits of this that get expanded, and the story will, obviously, continue, too.)

( Samhain (working title) )