Last Hallowe'en, a goth cheerleader showed up on my doorstep. I had no choice but to take her in. She's been with me ever since, learning quietly how to be a tween and she seemed to have assimilated back into the human clan rather well.
But, as the moon burgeoned, I began to notice some changes. Some rather frightening changes. They say unconditional love and acceptance heals all; so that is precisely what I did. To no avail.
Soon, it was Hallowe'en and we screamed in terror when we saw what had become of our quiet child from another world.
As the time for the neighborhood party drew near, she grabbed my husband's hand and...
I tried to put the camera down but I was transfixed by this creature that was willing me to continue taking pictures instead of helping my husband keep his fingers intact.
It was a horrific sight. But at least there was finger food at the neighborhood party.
Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha!