Cliché on a Halloween Night
This Hallow Eve, we met our players: David, Angela, and Spencer. But forgive me if we focus more on Angela, as both David and Spencer are dead, which would make a far more boring story. They hung from the second-tallest tree in the forest, just at the edge. Angela had spent hours finding the right tree; most of them were either too in the open or had Halloween ornaments hanging from them, garish neon things, most of them and the rest plastic crap. She had to pre-kill them; it would've been too difficult to restrain them herself and hang them naturally. She did prefer her work to be authentic, but some sacrifices had to be made, clearly. She didn't know David or Spencer personally—far from it. She had seen them on the bus three Tuesdays earlier. They had distinct silhouettes, which was exactly what she was looking for. She killed them while they were out trick-or-treating. Her plan was to get them changed out of the costumes, but she realised it would fit her theme more if t...