[The Dolorosa]

"In the clear as silk night, an orange stain moved in odd paterns towards the earth.

Once it collided, debris and dust flew everywhere, pelting the villagers with grime. Once it visibly cleared, the persons there saw the dreaded thing.

Long nails yellowed by the age and coated with dirt held tightly onto the eerie smiling face of a pumpkin. A white, thin tail swished back and forth, the loud 'CLINK' of the lantern accompanying it. The rugged gray cloak floated in the beat of the wind, tidbits of material rested on the ground. The blood coated feather was perched upon a black hat, in the same state as the cloak.

And as a final, thin purple bangs framed a white face. Bloodshot eyes peered maliciously at the villagers and it's face contorted into a sneer. A long, sharp gray tongue emerged from its mouth, and its teeth were in full sight. It 'tsked' for three times before speaking, its voice like dripping acid.

'Now dearies, let's play a fun game!' "