The Flat, England
Oct. 31st, 2014 11:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grand_fallguySomeone was banging on the door. Tim, ready for anything today, lost no time in answering. It was Samhain, Halloween. The day when the barrier between the living world and the world of the dead was at it's thinnest. The Unseelie Christmas.
So when he opened the door and found no one outside, he was almost let down.
But the banging continued. And then he realized that it wasn't coming from the door to the apartment, it was coming from inside the hall closet.
"Better not be another fucking bogeyman." he muttered. But then, they typically didn't announce themselves like that. They liked to ominously creep out, the better to scare people.
He summoned his sword to his hand just in case, and then threw open the door.
Several Faerie children (and not-so-children) in various costumes were crowded inside. "Trick or treat!" They shouted in unison.
"Teleri!!"
So when he opened the door and found no one outside, he was almost let down.
But the banging continued. And then he realized that it wasn't coming from the door to the apartment, it was coming from inside the hall closet.
"Better not be another fucking bogeyman." he muttered. But then, they typically didn't announce themselves like that. They liked to ominously creep out, the better to scare people.
He summoned his sword to his hand just in case, and then threw open the door.
Several Faerie children (and not-so-children) in various costumes were crowded inside. "Trick or treat!" They shouted in unison.
"Teleri!!"
