Charlotte, All Hallows’ Eve

The magical day had arrived.  A subtle shift in the fabric of her existence was enough to notify of the change.  It was like it was her birthday or Christmas, not that she had much experience with either event, but she could imagine well enough to equate it with this day; beautiful in so many ways, she could almost cry.  Although no presents littered her abode, a gift came delivered with the arrival of the day and there was no time to waste.  Excitement surged as she raced to decide on what to accomplish with this limited amount of time.

Cloaking herself in a layer of murky darkness, Charlotte emerged into the realm of mortals where she could stalk and influence without limit.   Today, she was essentially off the clock.  No quota to worry about.  No numbers to crunch or boss to pacify, only pure mischief and mayhem.  Uniquely spiced, this day was like the most delicious candy worth savoring until the very last ounce was gone.

Truthfully, she could wreak havoc whenever she so pleased.  It was expected of her.  So, why exactly was this day so valuable?

Unlike the rest of the year, it was a day in which she could walk the streets dressed in her own skin freely without an ounce of trepidation.  With freaks and frights aplenty, her true appearance no longer triggered the sensitive alarms within the minds of the populace that would otherwise find fear at the sight of her.  At a passing glance today, she was nothing more than another participant in the holiday’s festivities coated in a mountain of makeup and adorned with painted plastic and billowing fabric.  She found joy at this simple subversion from normality even after so many countless occurrences.  Today, she could blend in with the mortals.  A small taste of a life beyond her grasp was her gift today and who doesn’t love a sprinkling of fantasy to help flavor the otherwise mundane aspects of existence.