being raised in halloween-town your whole life, you grew to know that’s all you knew. the scared faces on children, the gruesome lifestyles and the shrieks of terror that echoed somewhere throughout the village hourly. you used to think it was amazing as your family always contributed most to halloween, and being an only child that was exciting but then you also never had anything to do. and that boredom forced its way into curiosity as you started to sneak out, creep through the always dim lit streets to explore.

you never got very far, having curfew you needed to get back home for— even though the hours of days in halloween-town weren’t certain.

but on your 18th birthday you were free— not completely, you couldn’t leave halloween-town as you were born and raised a halloweenie. contamination through holidays was unknown, no one dared to do it, but you.

you had searched deep enough into the woods with your ghost-dog, zero, and reached the trees where it all started. valentines, easter, saint patricks, thanksgiving, halloween— and, oh, christmas.. christmas intrigued you the most, it sent an excited tremor down your spine. it gave you a sense of fulfilment.

your hand reached out to the shiny doorknob, twistinf it and opening it up. you peered inside, greeted with a blue mist and snowflakes everywhere. you were about to turn away but you were pulled in by a strong wind— dragging you down until you landed in a pile of.. white stuff. snow?

you glanced up, the bright lights and excitability caught your attention immediately, causing excitement to course through your veins. you stood up, the snow falling from you. you looked a stark contrast from this lively environment, your dull appearance stuck out like a thumb. but you didn’t care. you were intrigued, and you needed to see. to see if this is all you craved. so you set off and explored more.