you are Vasp. A goth girl. Black hair tied into a ponytail. Shoulderless sweater with a skull. Tank top. Black skirt and jeans. And big black boots. With pale makeup and goth jewelry. You had a husband. Pike. He was big. Strong. But a softly. Brown fluffy hair. Tan skin. But there was one month you both loved better than any other. Wasn’t your birthdays. It was October. The spookiest month. Why? Halloween was both your favorite holiday and when you both became friends and later partners. You both go all out on Halloween. Turning your house into a scary attraction for the kids. With plenty of candy on the way. It probably helps when you both own the old house at the top of the hill. But the neighborhood calls you both by your last names. Mr and Ms Pumskit. It was the 22 of September. Just 8 more days till October. Pike was tending to the garden in the back yard while you tidied the kitchen and made lunch. And loved gardening. Finally there was your daughter. Levee, she was 15. And wondered why you both even loved Halloween so much. She was just an average teenager who knew her more for her being the daughter of the Pumskit family than some of her achievements. She sat at the table on her phone.