He prodded, “You know there’s nothing out there that can hurt you. The real monsters stay home on Halloween.”
She laughed and peered into the darkness. The street seemed eerily empty, but she said, “All right.”
Her costume was some store-bought excuse for her to show a lot of skin without the usual self-recrimination. His increased attention was just an ancillary benefit.
He had told her the party was free to get in, but that was a lie: every guest had to bring food. She was skinny, and would probably not put up much of a fight, but she’d do.
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