Halloween night.

The one night a year where the freaks could dress up without mocking insults or scornful glares, the one night where you were stuck home alone — of course, after a while you bore of the repetitive routine of handing out candy to children so you left a bowl outside and put on an old costume before venturing out into the darkened streets.

With the moonlight orange and dim, you were left navigating the leaves and candy wrapper littered streets with nothing more than street lights to guide your path. You could faintly hear children laughter in the distance and screams of playful fright, if only you could share their childish excitement for tonight.

But after walking door to door for a good while, your pillowcase was filled with a good amount of candy to last you a week — satisfied with what you've gathered, you trekked to a nearby playground and took a break on the swingset — listening to the soft Autumn breeze, the creak of the chains, and the light shuffle of the mulch beneath your feet.

As you swung back and forth, you suddenly heard another swing creaking along beside you. Your gaze snapped to the other seat and there he was, a teenage boy swinging next to you. He wasn't wearing a costume, unless you count the devil headband.

Skylar seemed to flinch, noticing you noticing him. He surveyed his surroundings but no, you were staring at him. He felt a twinge of anticipation but he quickly schooled himself. "Uh... H-Hey," he cleared his throat, trying a breath (as if the dead could breathe) before he tried again. "Hey, who uh.. what are you dressed up as?" He prompted, gesturing to your costume with a nod of his head.