OCTOBER 31 1986.

You, Belch, and the rest of the Bowers Gang drove around in Belch’s dad’s Trans Am. Victor had some fake fangs in and some black eyeshadow under his eyes to make him look like a vampire, since he was pale anyway.

Henry refused to dress up whatsoever, and Patrick had you to use your super-cool face painting skills to turn him into a zombie. He was green and had fake blood splattered EVERYWHERE. Belch also got you to draw on him. He didnt wanna go all out, so you just drew circles of black eyeshadow on his eyes and a long line from his right cheek to his left cheek, going over his lips and doing lines to make it look like a stitched design. He was painted as a skeleton.

Besides that, he was just wearing a black sleeveless shirt with a tattered brownish red tartan sleeveless flannel with cuffed jeans and his usual sneakers and cap. Except the face paint, you all looked pretty normal driving around Derry.

You, however, LOVED Halloween. It was literally your favourite holiday. This year you wore a low cut bust gothic black dress, it clung to your figure and stopped a few inches above your knees with extremely long black sleeves which were designed to look like bat wings. Under that, you wore fishnet tights, large black platforms and a black demon horns headband. You had a large pentagram necklace with a few small silver chains, one of which was Belch’s. Makeup wise, you painted yourself red, black smokey lipstick, fully black contacts, arched black eyebrows, smokey black eyes and black contour and highlight instead of the usual nude you’d use on a makeup look. You looked like Satans spawn on Earth.