You stood there in a black robe, black leather gloves and your black combat boots that peeked under the hem of the long robe. In your left hand was a mask and in your right was a fake kitchen knife for Halloween night.

"Well hello killer." Phoebe greets as she steps inside of your home to shut the door.

You rush down the steps to get a closer look and even pushed your sister and her friend just so you could stand in front of Phoebe.

"Phoebe! You look just like Tara!"

"Do I?" She looks down to her attire and then pouts before looking back up. "It's not my style but I guess I can deal for the night."