Hallowmas Eve

Written by: Albert Ahearn

He stood erect, still and silent like a wax museum figure in an inconspicuous nook hidden in nocturnal darkness. His long, needlelike canines gleamed in the moons ebbing subdued light. Blood red fleshy folds encompassed these parasitic instruments. Two grand, black, membranous wings hung close to his sides, down to his feet. On a sudden, voices were heard Trick-or-treaters were approaching, nearing his ambush location. With anxious anticipation his webbed wings began to quiver.