:arrow: Username: Giadavnt
Favorite Halloween tradition: the dark atmosphere and the costumes
How do you celebrate Halloween in your country?: In Italy, Halloween isn't a real festivity but kids like to do trick or thred anyway
Your creation :
WindigoDeciding to go out that night had been a bad idea.
Deciding to go to that party had been a bad idea.
Deciding to enter that house of mirrors had been a bad idea.
And Bloom was becoming more and more convinced of it. Especially thinking about that concoction that the girl dressed as a witch had made her drink at the entrance. “It's part of the game,” she had said.
She should have thought about it more. Was that black dress and the heavy, dark makeup really a costume? Why had she listened to her? Why had she drunk without even thinking twice?
Sky, at her side, had not hesitated to take off the Wendigo mask he was wearing, immediately opening the bottle and drinking the purple liquid. And she had had no choice but to imitate him before crossing the door and plunging into the darkness.
Now she thought about how naive she had been, with her head throbbing and her reflections in the mirrors playing nasty tricks on her, making her jump continuously. The lace of her black and blue suit stung her arms and legs. The collar seemed tighter, squeezing her throat. Yet, she had worn that suit before without ever finding it annoying.
She had lost Sky. She didn't know how. Maybe in the dark, they had taken different paths, imagining they were still next to each other because of their images projected on the mirrors.
Now, however, in the soft light, she could only see many of herself. Her eyes almost dull, opaque. Maybe a contraindication of that potion.
She hugged herself tighter when the light seemed to dim even more, leaving room only for darkness. Colder and colder, darker and darker.
"Sky?" she tried, without getting any answer.
"Sky, please, answer me, it's not funny. I want to get out of here, there's something strange."
And after a few seconds she felt other arms wrap around her, squeezing her. She screamed in fear before a hand covered her mouth and a "shhh" was whispered in her ear.
Still with her heart pounding in her throat, Bloom ran her hands up his arms, reaching his broad shoulders, his neck, and the mask covering the man's face.
The mask was stretched out and touched the right side of her face. She ran her fingers along it, recognizing Sky's mask and finally letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
She shook her head to free herself from the hand still covering her mouth.
"This isn't funny. Let's get out of here quickly."
A familiar laugh answered her. Yet that voice didn't belong to Sky.
"Are you really sure you want to leave, Bloom?"
The mask seemed to evaporate, and the man's warm breath hit the skin between her neck and shoulder, making her shiver. And this time, not from the cold.
The fairy felt a blow to her chest, like a chasm opening inside her, when she recognized Valtor's voice.
***
The exit from that place couldn't seem further away. The potion had worn off and Bloom was now feeling the aftermath of what felt like the worst hangover of her life. When she finally made it through the door to the outside, she nearly fell to her knees from the exhaustion she felt.
Her friends were all out there waiting for her.
“Hey, Bloom? Are you okay?” Stelle was right by her side, sensing that something was wrong.
Bloom opened her mouth to answer, not really knowing what to say, so she remained silent.
“What happened to your dress?” Stella asked again.
And only then the redhead looked down at the rips that dotted the fabric, the pantyhose that needed to be thrown away and the strap of the corset that was hanging, torn from its buttonhole.
“I... I don’t know.”
She didn’t have time to say anything else before the same witch from the entrance approached them, the Wendigo mask in her hands.
“You forgot this at the entrance.” he said, holding it out to Sky.
“The potion you drank was created specifically to cause hallucinations of one of your fears. But I think we all know that often the line between hate and love is thin. And it fails, showing us one of our deepest desires.”
Then she turned to Bloom, who was now holding onto Stella so as not to fall. The witch’s gray eyes seemed to pierce her like a thousand knives.
“But, maybe something else can happen. Maybe, in some cases, it can show us one of our worst fears, the most hidden ones, the ones we don’t even know exist.”
"So, what did you see, Bloom?”
I was hoping I could spend more time writing this story and better realize what I wanted. Unfortunately I was limited to now because of * my life *
. I hope it's ok <3
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