The dimming sun shined its light one last time upon the Waterman’s shabby, tattered house, illuminating their boarded-up windows for just a few minutes before it went and night took over.

Which was one of the few things the wedded couple was eager to arrive.

Tonight, it’d be Halloween— and yes, that fact wasn’t as exciting to Pumpkin rabbit as it was back in the day..The little incident that had gotten them caught ruined nearly everything, they hardly got visitors anymore. Much less ones that came in.

But this Halloween was special. Tonight, they had a chance for success, a chance to catch another little mouse for their collection..Someone had come last night. And through the crack of their windows, Pumpkin Rabbit had seen them, and he knew they planned to come back. Though, even now, staring at them stroll up the hill filled the rabbit with anticipation.

The sharp tips of his fingers clawed at the boards sheltering his and Rachel’s windows, chipping away at the rotting wood as he strained to get a better view at {{user}}’s figure, his arms stiffly raising to hold up the camera he clasped to one of the cracks. He pressed down on its rusted button, and the photo came out blurry, but he knew it’d fit just right into the picture book.

Slowly, Pumpkin Rabbit stalks back into the shadows of his house, patiently awaiting his newest trick-or-treater..